The night in the resort is quiet and quiet, and street lamps light up on both sides of the stone steps, one after another, lighting up the night.

An wanted to walk in a hurry, but he didn't stop until he heard a cry from behind, and turned around to stare at him with a confused look on his face.

"Mr. Pei?"

Pei Yizhou was bare-chested and wearing a pair of baggy casual pants, looking nondescript.

An Xiang lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body.

The shirt was already wet, so naturally it couldn't be returned like this.

"Mr. Pei, if you don't mind, wait until I go back and wash the clothes before returning them to you."

"It's okay, you put on your clothes first." Pei Yizhou took a few steps closer, narrowed his eyes and asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine." Thinking of An Ruoming's embarrassed look, An Xiang laughed from the bottom of his heart.

This was the first time since she had been oppressed for so long that she took the initiative to fight back without worrying about being scolded.

It feels very refreshing, unusually refreshing.

An Xiang pursed her lips, temporarily put An Zimo on the ground, raised her head and said, "Thank you for helping me today, I have nothing to repay..."

"Then why don't you dance with him?"

An Zimo suddenly interrupted and what he said made the two of them stunned for a moment.

The two looked at each other, and finally looked away.

An Xiang angrily shouted at her son who had made random bad ideas: "Momo, please stop making noise..."

"I didn't make any noise." An Zimo casually sat on the stone chair next to him, "You guys were originally going to the dance. If you don't dance, it will be in vain." If he doesn't dance, it will be in vain!!

An Xiang said nothing in embarrassment, her fingers hanging down couldn't help but stir.

Pei Yizhou is a sensible person, and An Zimo has already achieved this. If he doesn't understand the intention, he is completely mentally disabled.

"So, do you want to dance with me?"

Under the swaying moonlight, he opened his palms to An Xiang.

The hands were very generous, with long fingers and well-defined bones.

Pei Yizhou's eyes sparkled, her heart moved slightly, she slowly tightened her clothes, and said anxiously and uneasily: "I, I can't dance."

"It doesn't matter, it's not a formal dance after all."

An Xiang hesitated for a long time, then slowly passed her hand over.

He put his hand on her waist, and his palm was stronger than An Xiang had imagined. Through the thin clothes, she could clearly feel the warmth of the man's palm reaching her skin. The distance between the two was close, and the vague smell of oolong tea could not be felt.

It flowed into her nose.

When I first smelled it, I felt that this breath was bitter, but upon closer inspection, I found it to be indescribably unique.

"You...you smell better without perfume." An Xiang blushed and couldn't help but say what she had always wanted to say.

Pei Yizhou's spine stiffened and his face looked solemn.

How did she know he was wearing perfume?

Pei Yizhou has his own research on perfume.

Because of his loss of sense of smell, Pei Yizhou spent a lot of money to hire a professional perfumer from France to personalize his perfume. His perfume is definitely the most unique, natural, and most integrated with himself in the world. Ordinary people would definitely

It won't be noticed easily.

An Zimo, who has the ability to read minds: "..."

An didn't know that the man had such complicated emotions at the moment. She raised her hand and put it on the shoulder in front of her. When her fingertips touched the man's smooth skin, her fingertips trembled and she immediately retracted her hand.

"Mr. Pei...Mr. Pei." An called his name in confusion, her cheeks gradually turning red, "I think we should... dance next time."

As he spoke, he glanced at the flesh in front of him uncontrollably.

An Xiang had seen many shirtless men in the swimming pool before, but Pei Yizhou was the one with the best figure.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, mermaid line, and well-trained abdominal muscles, without giving people a too scary muscular look.

He is very fair, and the two exposed spots are very pink.

An Xiang has a bad reputation and has never looked at a man since that time a few years ago.

Pei Yizhou's body was so beautiful that An Xiang felt embarrassed to touch it so easily.

"...This is a bit strange."

Pei Yizhou also realized at this time that he was not wearing any clothes.

He frowned, feeling unhappy.

For this dance, Pei Yizhou chose several pairs of swimming trunks of different styles and patterns in front of the mirror. After thinking about it for a while, he gave up. If he wanted to show An Xiang alone, any one would be fine. The problem was that there were so many people at the party, except An Xiang.

There are other members of the opposite sex.

As a result, after many changes, the dance still failed.

The two people standing under the street lamp were blushing and thinking deeply, and neither of them took a step closer.

An Zimo rolled his eyes towards the sky.

He had misjudged Pei Yizhou. This man was a fool and was not worth his efforts.

"Mr. Pei, please put on your clothes, be careful of mosquito bites." An Xiang had already seen several mosquitoes circling around him. Mr. Pei, who couldn't bear to eat so delicious food, only served the mosquitoes as a buffet, so he took off his coat and handed it over again.

Pei Yizhou was about to pick it up when he suddenly felt a burning gaze coming from beside him.

It's An Zimo, he's winking crazily.

Pei Yizhou frowned, his smart brain working rapidly, and then he suddenly had an idea.

Pei Yizhou took the shirt and walked to An Zimo, and wrapped the clothes tightly around him under the surprised gaze. The clothes were big and the child was small, so they could wrap him completely.

"Give it to Zimo." Pei Yizhou patted his head with satisfaction.

An Zimo opened his mouth in shock: "..." Absolutely, he will never come out! Damn it! Is there something wrong with this person's brain circuitry?

"Then Mr. Pei, let's go back first, and I will return your clothes to you tomorrow." An thought thanked him, picked up the sluggish An Zimo, and walked towards the depths of the night.

Pei Yizhou stayed where he was until the shadows of the two of them could no longer be seen, then he curled his lips and turned to the other direction with satisfaction.

**

"I didn't realize that Mr. Pei was such a gentle person." Recalling the scene of the man covering An Zimo's clothes, An Xiang couldn't help but smile softly.

"How gentle." An Zimo didn't see the tenderness, but he looked stupid. It was such a good opportunity to show off his gentlemanly demeanor, but he let the opportunity slip away in vain. He obviously gave crazy hints.

"He didn't even mind when you spoke to him like that today, and he cared about you very much."

An Zimo snorted coldly.

What kind of care and concern, she obviously wants to use him to pick up girls.

An wanted to hold those little hands tightly and suddenly sighed: "Mo Mo will grow up to be a gentle boy in the future."

Her hands were small, but her strength in holding An Zimo was not small.

Looking at the pair of hands holding each other tightly, the image of An wanting to punch that man not long ago came to mind, and he suddenly felt in a trance.

It's not that he has never seen his mother beating someone. On the contrary, he can see it every day and every night.

But today, something seems different.

"Actually, I wasn't pushed down by him." An Zimo looked forward and told the truth calmly.

"I know."

Just three words, An Zimo was immediately stunned.

"You knew that and you still did that?" An Zimo couldn't understand. Judging from the deeds during the day, An, who knew he was lying, thought he should beat him again and force him to apologize.

An Xiang's tone was firm and stubborn: "But he hurt you."

An Zimo stopped and stared at her face blankly without any reaction.

At this moment, An Zimo suddenly understood that in An Xiang's world, she didn't want to hurt others; she didn't want others to hurt him.

In his previous life... his mother would never do this for him.

"Mo Mo?" An Xiang tilted his head, his eyes clear, "Don't you want to leave?"

An Zimo was speechless, his mind exploded as if he had been struck by lightning.

A real mother will not care about his warmth or coldness; nor his scars; nor will she cry while beating him.

An Xiang... is not his real mother.

He was reborn into another time and space that was different yet similar.

He should have understood earlier, but he kept immersed in the past and deceiving himself.

Maybe God wants to give him a chance to abandon the past and start over, but how can he let go of the hurt he has suffered?

He can no longer be a child.

No one taught him how to be a child; no one taught him how to be someone else's son.

**

An Zimo was worried and couldn't sleep all night.

Unable to fall asleep, he tiptoed to Anxiang's bedroom with the help of a wall lamp, stood beside her bed and stared at her deeply.

Perhaps because of her cruel personality, her mother in her previous life also looked ferocious and mean. That face was an indelible nightmare for An Zimo.

He stretched out his little hand to brush away the hair covering An Xiang's face, and looked at it carefully with his eyes.

Familiar, yet strange.

Strange, yet familiar.

They obviously have the same face, but they have gentle eyebrows and eyes like moonlight.

"...Momo?"

An Xiang was finally awakened. He opened his eyes in a daze and fumbled for the desk lamp button. The light poured in, making An Xiang's eyes feel a little irritated.

"Don't you dare to sleep alone?" An Xiang yawned and carried An Zimo to the bed, asking in a hoarse voice, "Are you still not used to sleeping in bed?"

An Zimo said truthfully: "I'm not used to it."

I guess I slept in the coffin for too long. The bed was not comfortable at all, too soft, too wide, and had too much space.

"Then you sleep with mom." An wanted to hug her son, "Do you need to sing a lullaby?"

An Zimo pondered for a moment and was about to refuse when he heard even breathing coming from above his head.

——She fell asleep so quickly.

Looking at the gentle face in front of him, An Zimo had mixed thoughts.

He could no longer empathize with this face, nor could he abandon his past life and live peacefully with it. Even if he knew that the mother in front of him was no longer the person who hurt him in his previous life, he could not pretend that nothing had happened.

happened before.

He is so bad, so bad.

When she learns about her shortcomings in the future, she will probably make the same choice.

No one is willing to accept as a son a freak who has lost emotions, cannot feel pain, and cannot please adults.

An Zimo took off his arm and left the room again with his bare feet.

He hid himself in a completely closed closet, and the narrow space made him feel extremely safe.

He curled up into a ball, put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.
Chapter completed!