Han Yixing thought for a while, and then her heart gradually calmed down. She raised her head and glanced at him. His eyes were very gentle, so gentle that it made her suffocate. She took a deep breath. That was the thing she wanted to choose.
forget.
So she reached out and hugged his waist, buried her little face in his arms and rubbed her for a few times before saying in a muffled voice: "I'm going to bed."
"Yeah." He agreed, feeling infinitely happy, but a little unwilling to let go. She probably would never know what her active hug meant to him.
That represents new hope.
Her little face rubbed against his chest, which made him feel a little warm, so he hugged her tighter, with a hint of depression in his voice, "Baby, let me hold you for a while longer." [
Han Yixing was depressed. It felt like the two of them were acting out a life-and-death farewell. She felt like falling asleep while lying in his arms. Before he let go, her head began to shake, "I'm going in."
"Okay, I'll wake you up tomorrow." He leaned down and kissed her hair before finally letting her go reluctantly.
She waved her hand and got into the room, slamming the door directly without leaving any sympathy for him. Meng Beichen sighed and walked to the second floor. When will this day end?
Han Yixing closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him coming downstairs. She took a bath and changed into pajamas, and then started rolling on the bed again.
"No, I want to forgive him, do you agree?"
She hugged the big dog with some annoyance and shouted, "I feel so moved when he looks at me like that. I don't know what's wrong. I obviously want to hate him, but I still like him so much. Last time
It's a misunderstanding, I want to change the angle,
I want to be like Xia Tian said, if I want to be happy, can I give him another chance? If he treats me badly, or if he goes to find another woman, I will divorce him immediately. What do you think?
However, he has never told me that he likes me, does he like me?"
The girl hugged the dog and stared at the ceiling in a daze, feeling worried about gains and losses, like first love. She was really only eighteen years old and couldn't think about that much. She only knew that in front of her, she no longer hated him at all.
When the housekeeper pushed out two bicycles, Han Yixing suddenly shook his head and said, "I want to take a ride."