Chapter 212

Step into the bedroom, lying on the bed of a white figure, in the silent night faintly visible.

Su Mohan fumbled for a while and turned on a dark orange light. After the light was on, it gave out a dark orange halo, covering the narrow room, but it made him feel a little inexplicable warmth.

He gently sat on the sofa and looked at the cottage. The room was not big. In front of a small sofa, there was a small tea table. Opposite was a big head TV. Next to the TV was an old-fashioned computer, which was half a meter away from ye Fei's bed.

A few things are not too many. The room is very compact. If you look at the little bed, the dolls with strange shapes occupy most of the area. They can match the figure on the bed, but they are extremely harmonious.

Looking at the leaf imperial concubine on the bed upside down, Su Mo Han goes forward to turn her over, holds her to jump up to jump, lets her lie on the pillow.

Ye Fei whispered, and then there was no movement.

Su Mohan stood by the bed, hesitated for a moment, and looked at her skirt, which was particularly bound on her body. She seemed to be struggling to help her take off.

Ye Fei is still in her sleep, sleeping sweetly. She doesn't know the arrival of Su Mo Han at the moment.

Su Mo Han stretched out his hand several times, and finally took it back. He didn't understand that he was just taking off his clothes.

After several repetitions, he just gently unbuttoned her underwear, covered her quilt, and turned to the toilet.

The narrow toilet can hardly be turned around. However, although the walls are old, the sink, toilet, and floor are all washed very clean, emitting a faint smell of washing powder, which makes it look particularly neat.

He took a pink towel with cartoon design, put it in hot water, and then walked into the room again.

Ye Fei is still in deep sleep. I don't know if it is because she cries too much during the day, which makes her eyes very tired and sleeps heavily.

Su Mohan gently sat on the edge of the bed to help her wipe her face. As soon as the warm towel touched her skin, ye Fei whined and made a sound. After her eyelashes trembled a few times, she opened her eyes. Su Mohan's movements seemed to be worried about waking her up.

But that pair of good-looking eyes blinked a few times, finally opened, Su Mo Han suddenly a little nervous, if she asked why he suddenly appeared here, how would he explain.

Ye Fei opens her eyes in confusion and looks at Su Mo Han, who is sitting beside her in the haze. She feels that this dream is really strange.

When he closed his eyes again, he murmured in a soft voice: "you're a pain in the neck. Even people's dreams will come in."

Su Mo Han's hand movement is stiff, the gas directly throws the towel on her face.

It seems that because of the towel blocking the air, ye Fei's breathing is gradually heavy a little bit, Su Mo Han's own anger, and admit to life to take the towel down to hang on the balcony.

After busy, Su Mo Han did not leave, but put out the small orange lamp and sat on the sofa.

The silent night makes one's senses sensitive and his heart quiet.

To this day, he no longer wants to deny that he is really different to this woman, but he does not understand what this difference means?

A toy that's fresh for a while?

A pet you love?

Or a little special woman?

Su Mohan sat alone in the dark night for a long time, but many questions did not come to an answer. He did not know why he was here, nor did he know how long this difference could last.

But he knew that even though he knew that many things were deviating from the established track, he still chose to sleep on the narrow sofa all night.