It was already very late when Dongfang Yan came back, and it would be almost dawn in a few hours, but he was not very tired. The killer was used to being active late at night, so his energy at night was definitely better than during the day.
He walked so softly that he could barely hear his footsteps. When he passed by the door of Mu Lan's room, her door opened. The petite Mu Lan was wearing a knee-length pajamas, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
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"Why are you up?" Dongfang Yan glanced at her exposed feet, walked over and picked her up. The little girl was walking barefoot on the ground. Although there was a carpet in her room, it was still easy to catch a cold in this weather.
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Mu Lan, who was picked up by Dongfang Yan, nestled in his arms obediently. When Dongfang Yan placed her under the quilt, she said, "Why is Brother Yan coming back so late?"
"Are you waiting for me on purpose?" Dongfang Yan frowned and said disapprovingly, "You are not allowed to sleep so late in the future."
Mu Lan retracted herself into the quilt, only showing her cute face, and reluctantly opened her eyes, "I originally wanted to wait for you, but I fell asleep while waiting."
She didn't know what she was worried about. The atmosphere between Brother Yan and Brother Yi'an was very strange. She was a little uneasy and was afraid that Brother Yan would not come back, so she wanted to wait for him to come back.
"Are you waiting for me? Is there something wrong?" Dongfang Yan looked at Mu Lan. She was a very coquettish girl. Although she was more sensible than her peers, she was particularly insecure and always relied on, perhaps because she was abandoned by her parents when she was young.
Oriental dialect.
"It's okay. I want you to sleep with me, but I can't sleep well." Mu Lan blinked pitifully, revealing Bambi's innocent eyes, and looked at Dongfang Yan, trying her best to pretend to be pitiful.
Dongfang Yan rubbed his forehead with a headache. This little girl understood his weakness of being easily soft-hearted and always pretended to be pitiful towards him. Even though he looked cold and fierce, she was never afraid of him, which frustrated him.
"Ugh, I haven't been able to sleep well these days and have nightmares every day. You can't bear to see me not getting enough sleep, right?" Mu Lan continued to pretend to be pitiful, her big eyes filled with grievances.
Dongfang Yan sighed, sat beside her bed, and tucked her into bed, "I'll stay with you here, and you sleep obediently."
"Brother Yan, please talk to me." Mu Lan smiled like a naughty kitten, climbed up and nestled into Dongfang Yan's arms. Dongfang Yan did not refuse her approach, but just pulled the quilt
Come over and cover her.
"What do you want to say?" Dongfang Yan asked calmly.
It seems that I can feel the uneasiness in Mu Lan's heart. She is always like this. When she is uneasy and scared, she is always very talkative, as if she wants to distract herself and prevent herself from thinking.
"Are you and brother Yi'an good friends?" Mu Lan thought for a while and brought the topic to Kai Yi'an. She seemed to be particularly concerned about Yi'an.
"Well, we've known each other for a few years." Dongfang Yan replied after a deep sigh.
In fact, they didn't talk much while eating. Dongfang Yan secretly sighed at Mu Lan's amazing sensitivity. She always seemed to be able to detect many things that others couldn't. Dongfang Yan even deliberately avoided Yi An's sight.
, Mu Lan easily discovered an unusual atmosphere between them.
"What's wrong with his feet?" Mu Lan asked again, she seemed to be very interested in Yi'an.
"I'm injured, but I should be fine." Dongfang Yan replied simply.
"Brother Yan, is there anyone you like?" Mu Lan changed the topic again, as if she had lost interest in Kai Yi'an.
Dongfang Yan was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect Mu Lan to ask him this question.
But who do you like? He looked at the delicate smiling face in his arms and fell into deep thought.
"Brother Yan is such an outstanding person, how come there is no one he likes?" Mu Lan raised her head curiously and looked at Dongfang Yan's strong facial features from below. He was actually very good-looking, with a rare femininity.
But it doesn't look feminine.
"What do you know, little girl?" Dongfang Yan didn't want to answer her, so he tapped her small nose and shook his head lovingly.
Mu Lan lowered her head, her long bangs covering up the disappointment in her eyes. She bit her lip, feeling depressed.
She was angry with herself for the first time. If she were not ten but twenty, then she could proudly stand beside Brother Yan instead of coquettishly nestling in his arms like now. In his arms
In my heart, I am just a little girl who has not grown up yet.
"What are you thinking about?" Dongfang Yan looked at the suddenly quiet little girl in his arms with confusion. She rarely had such a pensive expression. Most of the time, she looked carefree.
"If Brother Yan has a girlfriend, will he still hurt Mu Lan?" The little girl's words were filled with tenderness and grievance unique to a little girl. She blinked her big watery eyes, looked at Dongfang Yan and asked.
Dongfang Yan was startled, then suddenly laughed and rubbed her head, "No way."
He doesn't like women at all, how could he have a girlfriend? But Dongfang Yan would not tell Mu Lan about this, because she is just a little girl and doesn't understand anything.
"Really?" Mu Lan, like all ten-year-old little girls, seeks a promise from an adult, but she realizes in her heart that such a promise is completely different from the promise she wants, but she still simply hopes that Dongfang Yan
Can give her a hope.
"Well, of course." Dongfang Yan evoked a smile and patted Mu Lan's arm, "Okay, it's very late, you should go to bed quickly."
After receiving his promise, Mu Lan nodded happily, hugged Dongfang Yan's waist, and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know if she had some sweet dreams, but a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Looking at Mu Lan, who looked as innocent as a child while sleeping, Dongfang Yan shook his head, gently put her back on the bed, covered her with the quilt, stood up quietly, and left her room.
Some love will slowly grow in the heart, take root and sprout, and will not die due to the changes of time, but will grow stronger and stronger.