Yan Zhen has never been so cautious and fearful in his life.
As a result, the two people who were supposed to be embracing each other ecstatically ended up looking directly at each other. You looked at me, I looked at you. Sijin said a few words and no one responded. She suddenly felt sad. Could this guy really be there?
Became mute?
She stopped talking. There was an electric current in her eyes, full of affection...
A full two hours passed, the sky became gray and bright, the morning light slipped in through the curtains, and each other's faces became clear.
Yan Zhen still doesn't know whether this is a dream or reality. He has missed too much romance. At this moment, he doesn't have such passionate thoughts. He just hopes that life will be duller, less passionate and more real.
Sijin was still in disbelief, with a hint of sobs in her voice: "Yan Zhen, have you really become mute? How could it be like this?! Don't worry, I won't abandon you. Even if you are mute, I will
I want you to be my mute husband."
"..."
Yan Zhen looked at Sijin with nervous and confused eyes. Finally he moved, not to touch her, but to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, and broadcast a familiar call with a hint of disbelief in his tone: "Little
Bai, come here. I seem to be dreaming!"
Then he hung up the phone.
Jin Bai on the other end of the phone was a little confused and confused. Yan Zhi was dreaming and looking for him?
But the person on the other end of the phone, Si Jin, had her eyes bright, bit her lower lip, her eyes gradually darkened, her eyes were red, her throat was choked, her voice was still hoarse, "Yan Zhen, you are crazy!"
The next second, she lowered her head, bit down hard on his shoulder!
She was nervous for two hours, thinking that he was really mute, but this guy actually called and said that he was dreaming. Sijin clutched the sheets tightly, and bitten off a kiss on Yanzhen's shoulder that was exclusive to her as if to vent her anger.
Brand, covering his face with an angry glare: "You bastard! You continue to dream of your spring and autumn dreams!"
After saying that, she turned over with difficulty and lay back down, her movements more flexible than before.
Sometimes surprises are like devils.
Yan Zhen's tears welled up freely after Sijin turned his back. The pain from his shoulders declared that this was not a dream. His baby Sijin, after sleeping for another four years, three months and eight days, really
Wake up?
A miracle?
For whom are the tears at this moment shed? For himself, for these wasted years.
He just suddenly felt sad!
He just suddenly felt vulnerable!
Time wasted, and the wound in his heart, which he had suppressed for more than four years, finally came to the surface. He never complained. For four years, he did not show any sadness. He insisted on what he wanted to insist on, but at this moment
break out.
The more Sijin thought about it, the more unwilling she became. When she turned around, what she saw was the stream that was as slow as spring water.
She panicked and regretted her lack of restraint: "Zhi Zhi Zhi, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Oh, I'm just joking with you. You're not a lunatic or a bastard. Don't cry.
I didn’t bully you. Then I bit you very lightly..."
Xi Jin's heart was severely pinched, and he was in chaos.
"Sand got into his eyes." Yan Zhen covered it up and wiped it away. He turned sideways and stared at Sijin. Facing the person beside him who had been sleeping for more than four years, his hands were stiff for a long time, and finally he carefully placed them on Sijin's back.