The moonlight outside the window was bright, and under the dim light in the room, the two were relatively silent, and the room was quiet.

Jiang Yimian pursed his lips, his eyes were slightly closed, his long and curly eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyes and face, and the whole person looked very indifferent.

It wasn't until the mobile phone screen was automatically locked that Zhao Jingyan's tense expression finally relaxed, and he returned the phone to her.

Jiang Yimian's hand hanging by his side curled up slightly, and then reached out to take the phone.

Looking at her indifferent look, Zhao Jingyan's eyes darkened slightly, and when she turned around, she suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender arm and wrapped her firmly in her arms.

Jiang Yimian was caught off guard, and his body fell unsteadily into his broad and solid chest.

Zhao Jingyan wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in her white neck, smelled the fragrance that belonged to her, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mianmian, are you hiding something from me?" ”

Maybe it's because the loneliness in my heart is becoming more and more obvious.

He paused before continuing, "If there is, tell me everything...... Good no good? ”

The hot breath sprayed around her neck, making her want to run away even more.

She subconsciously struggled for a while, but was imprisoned tighter by Zhao Jingyan.

"What do you want to hear?" Jiang Yimian struggled a few times, but it was in vain.

He simply stopped moving, his eyes wandered, and his voice asked calmly.

After a long time, Zhao Jingyan slowly raised his head, looked at her with complicated eyes, and a far-fetched smile pulled out at the corner of his mouth: "Was she ...... that little kid just now?"

"Zhao Jingyan, do you think I will give birth to your child?" Jiang Yimian interrupted his words and asked lightly.

Her words were plain and rational, without any ups and downs, but they made Zhao Jingyan stiffen.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Jiang Yimian's eyes flashed slightly, and his voice was very soft.

There was silence in the bedroom for a while.

After a while, Zhao Jingyan spoke again: "Mianmian, can we start again?" ”

He was so relaxed, and so sincere.

Jiang Yimian only felt a sour nasal cavity, and tears almost burst out of his eyes, but he forcibly suppressed it.

"Start over?" She snorted softly, tears blurred her vision a little unconsciously, and she continued to choke: "Then can you give my father back to me?" Can you give me back my happy life? ”

Jiang Yimian stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, and continued softly: "At the beginning, if you were willing to treat me with your heart and love me with your heart, everything would be different now, but in real life, there is never the possibility of the word if!" ”

Every word she said was like a knife to his heart.

Zhao Jingyan's heart suddenly hurt, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just fell silent.

Jiang Yimian closed his eyes, felt his warm embrace, tried to restrain the tear ducts that were about to burst, and said with difficulty: "Do you have anything else to say?" If not, then I want to rest. ”

"Sleep ......"

Her tone was so calm and detached that it was as if she were looking at a stranger.

Zhao Jingyan's eyes were full of emotions, but in the end, he only turned into a sigh: "Okay, sleep." ”

The moment he lay on the bed, feeling his breath in his ears, Jiang Yimian was tense.

The bedroom was dark at the moment.

Zhao Jingyan hugged her, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she hadn't made any movements.

Jiang Yimian was so frightened that he hurriedly moved forward.

"Sleep ......" Zhao Jingyan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't ......" she subconsciously refused, and her voice trembled a little.