Miao Jian fell asleep on the bed. She slept very uneasily. The dream seemed to be real, and scenes appeared before her eyes.
She dreamed that she was in the villa and Shao Xinghan was sitting in the living room. He lowered his head and put his hands on his legs, looking depressed and silent.
He sat there for a long time, until early in the morning. There was no sound in the bedroom, not even a hint of popularity.
Everything was eerily quiet.
Shao Xinghan fell asleep on the sofa without taking off his clothes, shoes, or blanket.
When Miao Jian woke up from the dream, it was still dark. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by darkness. She looked at the dark night as if in a dream. Her heart sank into the deep black cliff, and there was nowhere around her.
Keyi. As the day dawned, Miao Jian's heart sank even deeper. She stayed up like this until dawn, and Miao Jian's heart had sunk to the bottom. No one could come to help her.
Miao Jian got up and got out of bed. She didn't turn on the light, so she went to the bathroom in the dark. According to her thinking, Shao Xinghan had already left here, and she was the only one here.
She felt along the way and walked based on her feelings. After all, she couldn't see it, so bumps and bumps were inevitable.
Miao Jian groped her way out of the bedroom. She stood by the door and leaned against the door to catch her breath. Her breathing was not heavy, but she just wanted to slow down. After a while, she walked forward again, and within a few steps she kicked someone.
Thing. The thing was very light, so it didn’t hurt at all, but the sound was very loud.
A "clang" sound startled Miao Jian himself.
She was stunned for a moment, then kicked the thing away with her feet and groped forward again.
As soon as I took a step outside, I heard a rustling sound, a bit like the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
Then there was the sound of someone breathing, a bit heavy, like it was a man.
Miao Jian narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the source of the sound based on her hearing, and then there was another sound of breathing.
Miao Jian stood there, restraining her voice and feeling slightly nervous.
It was too dark to see clearly what it was, but she knew that the sound came from the sofa.
The man seemed to be more awake, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other started again.
"Miao Miao?" A low and hoarse voice came, and Miao Jian's nervousness was relieved. In just a moment, she became nervous again, even more nervous than before.
It's Shao Xinghan.
She stood there numbly and heard Shao Xinghan stand up and turn on the light.
The originally dark room lit up in an instant. Miao Jian's eyes, which were originally open, were stimulated and narrowed. It took a while to adjust before opening them.
Miao Jian stood there in her pajamas, saying nothing.
"What's wrong with Miaomiao? Are you feeling unwell?" Shao Xinghan's voice was so hoarse that the original sound of his voice could not be heard.
Miao Jian glanced at him, lowered her eyebrows, moved her mouth, but said nothing.
Shao Xinghan walked over to touch her, but before he could touch her, Miao Jian moved away.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Her voice was small. She didn't even look at Shao Xinghan's eyes. She only looked at his chin, which was already unshaven.
It looks a bit vicissitudes of life.
Shao Xinghan put down his hand and stepped away, "Well, let's go."
Miao Jian entered the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the water from the faucet. The sound of gurgling water could be heard.
She leaned against the bathroom door, her head raised, her eyebrows stretched, and she could not see any emotion.
The next second, a ferocious and painful expression appeared on her face, her brows furrowed tightly, and she covered her face with her hands.
The sound of rushing water covered up her low sobs. Her body twitched and she slid down little by little against the door.
…
Miao Jian washed her face with warm water. Her eyes were still a little red. She wiped some lotion on her face, patted her face, and opened the bathroom door.
Shao Xinghan was sitting on the sofa, his expression was not very good, his head was hanging down, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.
He woke up when Miao Jian opened the door, raised his head and looked at Miao Jian.
Miao Jian came over slowly. Shao Xinghan stood up as he watched her come over.
Do you want to let him go? But how do you say it?
Miao Jian looked at him, her words stuck in her mouth and she could not come out.
Shao Xinghan spoke first: "Are you feeling better? Go back to your room and rest quickly. Don't catch a cold."
His voice was so hoarse that Miao Jian thought of a puppy she had seen on the roadside before. The puppy kept crying for help, and its throat could no longer make a sound, but
Still roaring.
It was like a dead air duct, making a horrifying sound.
All Miao Jian's previous thoughts were shattered, and her eyes that finally recovered were filled with tears again. She pursed her lips and looked at Shao Xinghan through the hazy mist, her heart ached and shattered into pieces.
"What's wrong with Miaomiao?" Shao Xinghan frowned and asked distressedly.
Miao Jian just shed tears but said nothing.
"Don't take Shaoyao's words to heart, she just said it in anger, you..." Shao Xinghan's mouth was covered with a piece of ice, and his words were interrupted.
Miao Jian blocked Shao Xinghan's mouth with her hands, then put it down, shook her head, and cried: "Stop talking, your voice is like this, stop talking..."
Shao Xinghan looked down at Miao Jian's hand that had just touched his lips. He was stunned for a while, then raised his eyes and looked at Miao Jian: "Miao Miao."
Miao Jian covered her face and cried, her shoulders twitching constantly.
She heard Shao Xinghan calling her, she covered her face and cried, shaking her head. What right did she have to let Shao Xinghan call her? She is really a sinner.
She was a sinner when she was a child, and she is still a sinner when she grows up.
Tears welled up, overflowing through her fingers, and her crying became louder and louder, as if her whole body was sinking into sadness.
Shao Xinghan squeezed Miao Jian's shoulders and leaned forward. He was so close that his face was within easy reach.
Miao Jian covered her face because she was crying too fast, her breathing was uneven, and her face became hot.
Shao Xinghan took away Miao Jian's hand covering her face, and her pear-shaped face appeared in front of him. He lowered his head, very piously, and planted a kiss on the tear stains on her face like a dragonfly dripping water.
The soft touch stimulated Miao Jian. She felt something. She opened her teary eyes and saw Shao Xinghan's face in the mist.
Shao Xinghan slowly kissed him again, and all the tears streaming down his face were kissed by him. Miao Jian's face was wet and hot, and she breathed softly, and the hot breath fell on Shao Xinghan's face.
, his whole heart turned into tender water.
Miao Jian's eyelashes trembled, like butterfly wings. She closed her eyes, warm tears hanging in her eyes.
Shao Xinghan kissed Miao Jian's eyes softly, hotly and restrainedly.
She closed her eyes and felt the temperature of Shao Xinghan's lips. Unconsciously, her hands slowly climbed up Shao Xinghan's neck.
…
What kind of dream is this? It's so real and impressive, like a memory evoked from the depths, like a blade scratching Miao Jian's heart bit by bit.
Miao Jian was sobbing softly. In the dream, her face was filled with tears, and in reality, her face was also filled with tears.
The continuous and low quivering cry seemed to come from afar, breaking Shen Bing's light sleepiness little by little.