After cleaning up a little, he washed up directly, took off his pajamas, wore only shorts, and came in happily and apprehensively all the way.

Xia Siyu still maintained the posture of sleeping on his side after just removing his makeup, he lifted the quilt and got in. After thinking about it, he leaned closer to her. After thinking about it again, he moved her head to his shoulder, as if she was sleeping on her shoulder, and the two of them were very intimate.

This time, Xia Siyu finally didn't reach out to hug him anymore, nor did he rub him.

Bo Yan turned her head, and the dim bedside lamp reflected, as if she had a soft light on her face. Her face was fresh and clean at this time, without a trace of oil paint, but it was still amazingly beautiful.

He kissed her lightly on the center of the eyebrow, turned his head to turn off the light, and leaned his head over her forehead.

He likes ~ her, not likes ~ her.

Holding her and snuggling up to her, it seems that what I am missing, the feeling of family, has gradually emerged.

It was when he was very young, before his parents died unexpectedly, and the only few memories of a family of three remained in his heart.

It has been a long, long time since there has been no one other than her, allowing him to have this kind of family warmth.

**

Xia Siyu dreamed again.

She lived in Sicily when she was a child, and although she usually lived with her mother, her father occasionally came from the country.

In fact, Xia Youbiao likes her very much and likes her mother very much. Although his mother said that she hated him very much, she hated the Xia family even more, and she was unwilling to return to China with him. But every time before he came, his mother would dress up carefully and dress her up beautifully.

She still remembers the happiest time at that time, when Xia Youbiao and her mother took her to the beach for a vacation together as a family of three. Daddy played with her in the sand, swam together, surfed together, and let her ride a big horse, let her sit on his shoulder, and teased her from side to side, saying that the child would grow taller.

She didn't understand much at that time, during the day, Xia Youbiao took her to have fun, and at night she dragged the doll, and had to squeeze a bed with her father and mother to sleep. Xia Youbiao was helpless, scratched her little nose, picked her up, and let her sleep in the middle, holding her father's arm on the left and leaning on her mother on the right, sleeping very satisfied.

Since then, she has been particularly fond of buying large toys and sleeping with a pillow at night.

But later, as she grew up, the conflict between her mother and the Xia family never eased, and Xia Youbiao often came, but every time she came over, her face was more tired. She also gradually learned about the contradictions between her parents, the contradictions between her and her mother and the Xia family, although she is still coquettish, but she has lost the willfulness of her childhood.

Only the habit of sleeping with a doll has been retained.

— just like now.

Wait, Xia Siyu hadn't opened her eyes yet, she squeezed it meaningfully, and her hand seemed to be really holding an arm. But this arm. It didn't seem to be the same as the one I remembered from my father, leaner, more powerful, and more slender.

And this smell is not like that of Mom and Dad, how does it feel - like Bo Yan?

Xia Siyu was so frightened that she quickly woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she was indeed stunned. She was right just now, what she was holding was indeed Bo Yan's arm. He was shirtless, with only a pair of shorts on top and bottom.

Moreover, the place where she kicked that day seemed to be about to wake up......