Mo Yiyang's long sigh made Yuan An's liver tremble. She was still covered in the quilt, but she spoke seriously and clearly: "Are you sure you want to talk?"

His liver also trembled. He got out of bed and turned off the lights in the living room and the room. Then he went to bed and lay next to her, and replied dully: "Not sure."

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "Then go back to the room and go to bed. Wait until I figure out how to talk to you, okay?"

"Okay." He agreed readily, but didn't move at all.

She no longer chased him away, but curled up into a ball, staring intently at the night sky outside the window. The blurry starlight was not clear at all.

He couldn't help but hold her hand and murmured in his voice: "I may be sick, very seriously."

She agreed and said softly: "Go to the doctor tomorrow and have a good look at your brain."

"..." He wasn't sure whether she was caring about him or sarcastic.

He was depressed, but he didn't want to leave her, not even a step: "Yuan An..."

"Yeah." She closed her eyes and answered a little vaguely.

"Are you asleep?"

"Asleep..."

"Oh, you were talking in your sleep." The corners of his lips raised a nice arc.

"Yes, that's right." She couldn't help but smile, peacefully and quietly. Her hand was still held in his palm, and with a slight twist, her fingers were clasped with his.

He didn't move, enjoying the wonderful time. He had never been like this, lying on the same bed with a woman, even if they didn't talk, even if they didn't have sex...

Lust is still surging in the body, but it is not clamoring or impetuous, it flows slowly, as if it can flow forever.

In such a mood, he fell into a deep sleep.

She also fell asleep, breathing evenly.

The hands are still holding each other like that, like a man and a woman who have been in love for many years. They also seem to be still angry, and there is a long distance between them.

She woke up in the middle of the night, hot and sweaty, and felt stuffy. When she moved, he woke up.

He asked confusedly: "What's wrong?"

"Well, it's so hot and the air is stuffy." She responded to him with her eyes closed.

He patted her hand: "I'll turn on the air conditioner for you." He turned on the wall lamp, found the air conditioner remote control board in the bedside table, and then turned off the light: "Okay, go to sleep."

This time, he lay beside her so naturally, as if he was supposed to sleep here.

The temperature of the air gradually dropped and became a little cooler.

She pulled the quilt and covered him without saying a word... The night was so quiet and her breath was so sweet. When he wanted to hold her hand again, she had already turned sideways, with her back to him...

He didn't cross the line again, he just raised the corners of his mouth lovingly and smiled lightly. Sleeping together like this, even if you don't do anything, can you still use the red and blue boundaries to deceive yourself and others?

She is not a girl who can be played with casually.

He couldn't bear to think of her as that kind of girl.

Continue to pretend to be drunk? Or do you want to talk things through? What to do after talking? He was a little flustered and at a loss.

He closed his eyes heavily and sighed. Involuntarily, he put his arm over her waist and put it on her waist. He decided to have a good talk and listen to what she thought. He didn't want to think about that god-like existence that created

It doesn't matter if the satellite doesn't come back for eight hundred years... He's not stupid, he just doesn't want to think about it.
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