Even if I knew that the "ghost" I suddenly saw in the middle of the night was actually a big living person, or someone I knew, I still had some palpitations when I remembered the moment I suddenly saw it.

"Y- what are you doing standing here in the middle of the night without sleep! I'm sick! Wen Muyao shouted.

She was so angry that she broke free from Yin Xiao's embrace, and tried her best to hold back so that she didn't reach out to hit him.

Yin Xiao knew that she had scared her, and she was guilty and distressed, and said "I'm sorry" in a low voice.

Wen Muyao was a little stunned when he heard his apology.

Yin Xiao, a man who is proud by nature and has no one in his eyes, will actually say sorry to others? It sounds so disagreeable.

Yin Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at her, and the moonlight just shone obliquely through the window on the upper left, casting a hazy halo on his heroic silhouette, making his cold face slightly softer.

He looked into Wen Muyao's eyes and said word by word: "I can't sleep." ”

This voice, if you listen carefully, seems to have a trace of grievance?

It's an illusion.

How could this man, who has always been domineering and cold, get involved with the soft feelings of "grievance"? Wen Muyao secretly laughed at himself and went downstairs to fetch water.

Yin Xiao followed, he looked at the slender back in front of him, and the feeling of empty loneliness in his heart when he stood at the door of her room just now suddenly dissipated, and his whole heart was filled.

Although I couldn't touch her, even if I just looked at her like this, I felt a burst of satisfaction.

At this moment, he really wanted to go up and hug her, but if he did, he would soon be pushed away by her.

Yin Xiao's eyes were a little gloomy, and when she saw Wen Muyao standing in front of the cooking table drinking water, she came behind her, and propped her hands on the platform on both sides of her, looking as if she was wrapped.

"You just said that you cared about me for my father's sake, do you know what I remembered when you said that?"

He leaned slightly closer to Wen Muyao's neck, stopped a centimeter away from her soft black hair, and whispered.

Wen Muyao took a sip of water, glanced to the side with his eyes, and ignored him.

Yin Xiao didn't care if she responded or not, and said to herself: "I was thinking at the time, some time ago I always cared about you in the name of my father. ”

"At that time, I hated you so much, but every time I saw that you were in trouble, I couldn't help but help you, and when someone asked me why I did that, I said that I was afraid that my father would worry about you."

"But now that I think about it, my father was actually just an excuse, and it was obviously me who wanted to care about you at the time."

Wen Muyao paused, and his heart, which had long been decided to be closed, suddenly twisted fiercely.

Yin Xiao's words she didn't know whether to believe or not, and for uncertain things, she, a pessimist, would be directly inclined not to believe it.

She put down the cup and said, "Those have nothing to do with me, in short, I stayed to take care of you today just for Uncle Yin, there is no other reason." ”

Yin Xiao was silent, bowed her head slightly, and the hair on her forehead rubbed against her head.

"I know."

Wen Muyao must hate him now, he knows it.

He lowered his head, and the warm breath spewed on the side of her neck, and Wen Muyao's neck shrank a little, a little itchy.

"I'm leaving."

Wen Muyao took away the hand he put on the table, stuck to the edge of the table and tried not to touch his body, and walked out.

"You should also go to bed early, the fever has finally subsided, Chen Tuo is very worried about you."

Wen Muyao tilted his head slightly, stared at the transparent glass on the kitchen door, and said in a very light tone.