Wen Xinnuan was frightened by the enthusiasm in Ji Ziang's eyes and was a little overwhelmed.
"Ji Zi'ang..."
"Um."
"How on earth did we meet?"
Ji Ziang said nothing, lifted up the quilt, lay down on the bed, and looked into the distance in silence.
Why could she easily forget the memories that were so precious to him, leaving nothing behind?
The room became quiet for a while.
Ji Ziang asked in a low voice: "You really can't remember anything? Do you want me to remind you?"
No answer.
Ji Ziang turned around with a slight frown and saw Wen Xinnuan huddled in the bed with her head buried and only breathing lightly and evenly.
He stretched out his hand to smooth her slightly messy hair: "Wen Xin Nuan?"
It’s good to be a person who doesn’t hide things in his mind, but he fell asleep now?! How long has it been?
Wen Xinnuan was already sleepy, and she was a good sleeper. She usually fell asleep soon after going to bed.
I really envy her carefree personality...
Ji Ziang curled his lips: "Good night, wife."
It seemed that it would be difficult for him to sleep tonight, as there was an arrogant fire dancing in his body.
For her unexpected performance today, her acceptance.
…
In the morning, the gentle light filtered in and warmed the room.
There are hundreds of naked little angels carved on the French bedside, densely packed together, rising and falling in the light, like a quiet and beautiful picture.
Under the bedside, the biggest confused angel, with a warm heart, opened his eyes.
Her long curly eyelashes blinked, then blinked again, and she suddenly stared at the man next door.
Ji Ziang had one hand horizontally, his head resting on his arm, and he was staring at her elegantly.
He brought up that habitual smile: "Are you awake? Good morning...my little angel."
Wen Xin was stunned for a few seconds: "Ah!"
"..."
"You bastard, who told you to climb onto the bed under the bed?" Wen Xinnuan grabbed a promise bar at hand and hit Ji Ziang on the head hard, "Get down, get down, you bastard!"
"..."
"You have violated the precept! Get out of here!"
The soft pillow hit his head. Although it didn't hurt, Ji Ziang's heart felt ice cold inch by inch.
He didn't reach out to stop her and let her hit him on the head.
The whole person was like a peacock being doused by a basin of cold water.
Originally, Mei Mei spread her tail and looked at her so happily...but now she is completely bleak.
"Women really change their minds quickly... changing their minds is like turning the page in a book."
Wen Xin was shocked for a moment.
"You asked me to go to bed, have you forgotten?"
"..."
"It's only been one night, can't you keep me happy for a longer time?" Ji Ziang smiled bitterly.
As expected, he was so happy all night that he was so excited that he fell asleep half way through the night. He woke up very early with excitement.
See if the woman next to him is still there, and whether last night was a sweet dream for him...
He looked at her expectantly for more than an hour, and finally waited until she woke up.
Wen Xinnuan opened and closed her mouth. She was completely awake. She let go of her hands and the soft pillow fell on the bed: "I, I...I..."
"You hate me so much?"
"No, I was still confused just now, and I just woke up." Wen Xinnuan felt extremely guilty, "I wrongly blamed you!"
Ji Zi'ang raised his head, his hair slightly disheveled and messy. This angle was exactly where the sun was shining through, with darkness and light intertwined.
It seems that his whole body is also moving in the painting, and there is a sense of time and space intersecting.