Xia Yuxun immediately retracted into the quilt, clinging to him like a koala, shaking with thunder every time.

She was frightened with cold hands and feet, and subconsciously leaned toward a warm place. Ears pressed his strong heartbeat, inexplicably at ease.

Leng Sichen patted her back to comfort, like treating a fragile treasure, trying to use but not daring to use force, hugging her trembling body loosely, full of joy that was lost and recovered.

Finally, the sound of heavy rain came outside the house.

He somewhat selfishly hoped that the weather would not end too soon, so let the storm come more intense!

In his conception, he has always believed that man will conquer the sky, and he is an absolute materialist, but at this moment, he can't help but thank God for this torrential rain.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her sleeping soundly in his chest. The tears flashing on his eyelashes caused him to lower his head and kiss, and he couldn't help but go down, slipping past his nose to the soft lips, tasting nothing.

Suddenly, I felt that the pain in my forehead and stomach had all disappeared, leaving nothing but peace of mind and satisfaction.

-

Early the next morning, it rained and the sky cleared.

He stayed up all night, fingers wrapped around her hair, his eyes greedily entangled her sleeping face curled up in his arms like a baby.

Try to restrain yourself from waking her up in some way.

Leng Sichen's attention was all on Xia Yuxun, and he did not hear anyone knocking on the door or entering the house.

Outside the bedroom door, Ou Mingxuan, who was carrying breakfast with one hand, watched the ambiguous and warm scene before him, standing still in place, slow and slow.

Why Leng Sichen would spend the night here, why they would sleep in a bed, he had no spare time to think.

Nangongmo's face was reddish, and he glanced at Ou Mingxuan sympathetically, and took what was in his hand, "Your hand is inconvenient, let me take it for you! Cough, I think she... they shouldn't need it now..."

Ou Mingxuan turned and walked out without saying a word.

Inside the room, Leng Sichen narrowed his eyes dangerously and glanced in the direction of Ou Mingxuan, subconsciously circled the person in his arms, and made her let out a dissatisfaction. Then he was awakened suddenly and released his strength in panic.

But Xia Yuxun was still awake.

She opened her eyes and blinked, first confused, then Qingming, then suddenly sat up, and immediately shouted in panic, "Achen! Where's Achen? Where's Achen?"

Then aside from anything else, he immersed his head in the quilt and turned around, even Leng Sichen's body was carefully searched.

"Where is Achen? Achen is gone, Achen is gone..." She was so anxious that fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if she had lost her soul.

Leng Sichen sorted out the messy clothes she tore, and tried to tell her, "Xiao Xun, look at me, I am here, what are you looking for?"

"Achen is gone, no more, don't want me..." Xia Yuxun was already crying in a hurry.

She didn't care about Leng Sichen at all, and started to turn around the room with her bare feet.

After a while, the whole house suffered.

Finally, she sat on the floor, cried out with a wow, and hung her head and sobbed heartily.

Crying and crying, first saw the man's feet, and then saw the pillow slowly stretched out in front of her.

"Here you are." Leng Sichen's voice was cold and silent.

Xia Yuxun unceremoniously grabbed the pillow and hugged it in her arms, raised her tearful eyes timidly and looked at Leng Sichen, and said seriously, "You are a good person..."

Leng Sichen smiled bitterly. This is the first time she has spoken to herself in a true sense these days.

But, Yu Xun, I don't want to be your good person, I just want to be the person in your arms.