"When Lang An returns to your side, I will leave." Ming Sihan replied calmly.

The room was so quiet that even his soft voice was incredibly clear.

Lian Xing'er reached out her hand to touch Ming Sihan's nape, but her small hand stopped in mid-air.

He was the boy of her dreams, yet why was he so out of reach?

"You..." Lian Xing'er retracted her hand, lowered her eyelids, and asked softly, "Do you want to come to bed and sleep?"

For four years, Lang An accompanied her day and night, yet she never once took the initiative to say this to Lang An.

And when facing Ming Sihan, she still deep down looked forward to getting closer to him.

Ming Sihan thought he had misheard, and subconsciously asked: "Xing'er, are you asleep?"

"Don't give up." Lian Xing'er rolled over and mumbled.

Ming Sihan smirked, acting before his brain could react. He practically "whooshed" onto the bed.

Lian Xing'er's body rose and fell with the movement as he jumped onto the bed.

The next second, a pillow was placed between the two of them.

"You sleep over there, no crossing the line!" Lian Xing'er commanded.

Ming Sihan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and replied, "Okay."

A bed is always more comfortable than the floor.

Perhaps because she had Ming Sihan by her side, Xing'er quickly felt sleepy and fell asleep in a few minutes.

Ming Sihan rested his right hand on his head, staring blankly at the stars faintly glowing on the ceiling.

He felt like he was dreaming!

Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly felt something soft bump against his thigh.

Ming Sihan unconsciously tilted his head to look, only to see Lian Xing'er had propped one foot on the pillow.

In less than a minute, even Xing'er's sleeping posture…

Ming Sihan finally understood why this girl's bed was so big.

As expected, it happened.

Ming Sihan lay on the bed, not daring to move. At this moment, even Xing'er looked like a cute little panda bear, soft and cuddly as she pressed against him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He was struggling to breathe, not because the girl was heavy, but...

Her body was too soft, with a faint fragrance that made him have inappropriate physiological reactions. He bit back his discomfort.

After all, she's his beloved girlfriend. It's really impossible for him to stay calm and pretend nothing happened.

Ming Sihan was currently holding both hands above the pillow, not daring to touch Lian Xing'er.

When he was struggling in the midst of fire and water, even a whisper from Xing'er instantly extinguished all his evil fire.

"Little An'an, no, I'll go with you..."

Lian Xing'er’s voice was choked with sobs.

Ming Sihan didn't know what dream the girl had, he only knew her body trembled slightly again and again.

He slowly put down his hand, embracing her trembling shoulders, but his own heart ached.

Lang An had already moved into her heart, there was no longer a place for him in it.

"Xing'er, I love you." Ming Sihan looked up and kissed Lian Xing'er on the top of her head, inadvertently tightening his grip on her.

He didn't blame her for falling in love with another boy, only that he wasn't good enough when he was younger.

A long night gradually gave way to the first rays of dawn.

Li Xing'er blinked sleepily, opening her eyes. When she looked up, she saw a handsome and clean chin.

She seemed to have had a night of vivid dreams last night, dreaming that Lang An was going to harm Ming Sihan.

To protect Ming Sihan from being harmed by Lang'an, she seemed to have agreed to Lang'an and leave with him.

It was such a strange dream. Lang An wouldn't be that fierce and menacing in a dream, would he?

Yet, she had that very dream.

Dreams are the opposite!

Yes, that's it!

Little Xing'er lowered her head again, closed her eyes, and pressed her cheek against a warm chest, hearing the sound of "thump-thump" heartbeat.

Wait, this is...

Lián Xīng'er suddenly opened her eyes and raised her head again.

Ming, Ming Sihan?!

Lianxing'er suddenly came to her senses, her body instinctively shifting before freezing again.

She only felt something pressing against her lower abdomen, which felt strange.

At this time, Ming Sihan slightly frowned, his eyelids twitching.

The next second, Ming Sihan suddenly sat up.

Even Lian Xing'er was moved by him, sliding directly onto his...

At this moment, the two looked at each other, both stunned.

A subtle change had occurred in the air.

Ming Sihan's breathing became heavy, his heartbeat quickening gradually, as if hot blood surged throughout his body.

"Ouch—" Lian Xing'er scrunched up her cute little brow.

Ming Sihan was stunned. After suddenly coming to his senses, he pushed Lian Xing'er away and instinctively grabbed the blanket next to him, covering himself with it.

Lian Xing'er fell onto the bed, propped herself up, and shook her hand, complaining: "You're sick! You hit too hard!"

He gripped her wrist just now, who knows what got into him, he squeezed tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to crush her bones.

"I- I'm not just reacting to you! This is a natural reaction for all men! It happens every morning!" Ming Sihan stammered, both embarrassed and flustered.

Lian Xing'er tilted her head slightly, looking at Ming Sihan with confusion: "What are you talking about?"

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