C85 (1/2)

On the bed in the room, Mo Xiaoxiao's body was curled up in Xiao Meng Han's embrace, her small hands gently resting on his waist. Xiao Meng Han was sleeping soundly, her long white hair flowing down the pillow, a few strands tangled around her body.

Her long eyelashes moved, and she opened her eyes. She slept soundly and comfortably, having almost no dreams.

But? The scene of her personally bandaging Xiao Meng Han's wound last night in her mind appeared in her mind. She was about to stand up after a short shock, but she did not expect that there was a big, slender hand around her waist, the warm sensation of it burning her skin through her pajamas.

She carefully lifted up Xiao Meng Han's sleeve.

She slowly moved her waist, and when her feet landed on the ground, she stood up and silently let out a long breath. She inadvertently looked at the sleeping Xiao Meng Han, and her heart began to race.

His face was the most resolute and perfect face she had ever seen. The corners of his mouth and eyebrows seemed to be meticulously sculpted with a knife, and fine silver threads fell from his forehead to the side of his face. At this moment, he was lying there like a beautiful ink painting.

His fingers were trembling as he clenched them into a fist, preventing himself from wanting to touch that face.

When the door was gently closed, Jing Xiaoxiao's figure disappeared from the bedroom, and her originally closed eyes slowly opened.

Xiao Meng Han looked at the door, his hand lovingly reaching to her side. There was still the warmth of her body, the fragrance of her, as well as her eyes closed, as though she was sighing and feeling helpless. He knew that if he wanted her to truly accept him, there was still a long way to go, and the more he was together with her, the more he couldn't let go.

It was Wang Shi who brought the breakfast over to Xiao Meng Han's bedroom. Xiao Meng Han's eyes were passionately watching the door open.

Wang Shi's plump body appeared in his line of sight, not the soft figure of Mo Xiaoxiao. Disappointment was so obvious in Xiao Meng Han's eyes.

Wang Shi smiled in embarrassment. His shiny face was trying his best to make Xiao Meng Han look at him more pleasing to the eye. He knew how big the gap was between him and Mo Xiaoxiao.

”Mr. Xiao Yan, this is Lil 'Yun. He specifically asked me to make it for you.”

A bowl of white porridge, two dishes of cold mixed dishes, and a crispy fried prawn.

Xiao Meng Han's gaze swept across the dishes on the table and said indifferently: ”I want to eat rice.”

”Xiao Yan said that the most reasonable dish in the morning is rice porridge. Later, she will prepare a recipe for you to choose from.” Wang Shi became even more careful. The one who paid him was Xiao Meng Han, but Xiao Meng Han invited him here because of Ye Mo.

As the ring was locked, Wang Shi cautiously responded.

”What about her?”

”Xiao Yan, stay downstairs.” Wang Shi pointed with his finger. His movements were stiff as he silently told Lin Hai to count.

Xiao Meng Han waved her hand to get Wang Shi out, he got up from the bed and walked to the window gloomily. Early in the morning, the sea surface was calm, like a huge mirror reflecting the sunlight, small ripples rolling off the spots of light, Xiao Meng Han's heart calmed down, the window was half open, the sea breeze was blowing hard, carrying along with it the unique smell of the sea, Xiao Meng Han suddenly fell in love with the sea.

That morning, Jing Xiaoxiao did not go to Xiao Menghan's room, nor did Xiao Menghan come out. She was reading a book inside, but her eyes would always be glued to the door. There were even a few times when she would stand up and walk to the door and place her hand on the doorknob.