In the bedroom, Wen Lan wiped his freshly washed hair and walked towards the head of the bed on He Xu's side.

She glanced at it and confirmed that the man in the bathroom was still showering.

Reach under his pillow and grope for the letter she had left behind.

She wanted to get the letter back, and since it was a secret, it was better to let it rot in her heart forever.

He Xu is very sensitive to the placement of things, she originally didn't want to lift the pillow to see, but she didn't touch anything after a few times back and forth, so she could only lift the pillow directly.

There was nothing underneath.

A chill ran down her spine, the letter she had put with her own hands, not here, unless he had taken it away.

By this time, the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, and she could only hurriedly put the pillow back in its place.

Pretending that nothing had happened, he walked to the sink and picked up the blow blow.

The sound of the bathroom door opening reached her ears as the wind blew through it, and a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her thin waist from behind.

Her hair was still half-dry, and the man leaned his face directly against her neck socket, and Wen Lan couldn't continue to blow his hair when he did this.

Only turn off the hair dryer.

Without heat, the fog on the mirror gradually dissipated, and the eyes of the two met in the mirror.

He Xu looked at her now like a hungry wolf looking at his prey, and there was no love.

Wen Lan hooked her lips: "You blocked me from blowing my hair." ”

"I'll help you."

After saying that, he took the hair dryer from her hand and helped her blow patiently from behind.

He Xu was only wrapped in a bath towel on his lower body, he was much taller than Wen Lan, and the sturdy and good-looking muscle lines of his upper body were clearly visible in the mirror.

The man's big palm passed through her hair again and again, and Wen Lan looked at this scene in the mirror and felt funny.

He's a man who is about to get married, what the hell is that?

"Laughing at what?"

Her smile still didn't stop.

"Laugh at myself." How did you get trapped?

A trace of tenderness crossed He Xu's cold and clear eyes, but it was fleeting.

As the mirror continued to blur again, Wen Lan felt that what she had just seen was an illusion.

It's all a dream.

It would be nice if it was really a dream.

At least she still has a chance to choose again.

He Xu put down the blower, picked her up horizontally, put her on the soft big bed, and leaned over to kiss her.

Compared to just now in the dressing room, this kiss has a temperature, but this is only the limit on the bed, and he will only kiss her slowly when the love is strong.

This kind of gap is very common, and she has long been used to it.

She could only try her best to cater to the man's offensive, and an entanglement under the interweaving of the moonlight gradually became indistinguishable from each other.

She didn't know if He Xu had opened the letter.

At this moment, she hoped that he had not opened.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on Wen Lan, and she woke up groggily to find that the man had not gone to the company as usual.

His arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, He Xu's sleep was very light, and now as long as she moved, he would definitely wake up.

She didn't want to wake him, so she just watched until the sunlight moved down the gap in the curtain to his face.

Not holding back, she reached out and drew his outline in the air in front of him.

The man in front of her did not belong to her.

Only the mark of He Xu engraved by Wen Lan in his heart belongs to her.

He Xu woke up, and she panicked and tried to withdraw her hand, but he grabbed her wrist.

With the white and delicate wrist in his hand, the man was a little sober.

"Awake?" He asked.

She lowered her eyes and nodded: "Why didn't you go to the company." ”

On a normal basis, she rarely saw him in the morning.

He rolled over and lay down, one hand on his forehead, and the other hand took her, his voice was lazy and magnetic: "I don't want to go if I don't have anything to do." ”

He was rarely so headstrong, but now she didn't want to ask more.

"I have a dance show in the afternoon, so you don't have to wait for me in the evening."

He Xu glanced at her, hooked his thin lips and chuckled: "Do you still want to leave secretly like last night?" And then leave a letter, thinking that this way I will be moved, and let you go? ”

"Or else?" She asked him rhetorically.

Knowing that he wouldn't let go, she still wanted to give it a try.

"You can try."

He Xu turned to look at her, his eyes stained with teasing.

Wen Lan got up directly and prepared to get dressed and get out of bed, she didn't want to quarrel with him.

They have rarely quarreled over the years, because every time at the critical point of an emotional outburst, He Xu will always use actions to cover up his anger.

These days, she wants to live in peace.

He Xu didn't stop her, perhaps knowing that without his permission, Wen Lan would never be able to escape.