Chapter 1185

"Remember, you are mine, mine." ranbai repeated in Bo Yan's ear again and again, stubbornly dying.

Bo Yan took dye White's shoulder and replied seriously every time. "Well, I'm yours."

"Bai Bai, do you want me?" Bo Yan whispered, with a hoarse voice.

Dyed white looked up slightly, just one word: "yes."

I want you.

In the middle of the night, there was deafening thunder outside the window, and the pouring rain fell crackling.

Bo Yan always slept a little and was awakened by thunder. He looked at the girl next to him and got up carefully. He didn't want to wake up ranbai. He gently twisted the quilt for ranbai, and then lay down.

The whole process was almost silent.

"Hmm? What to do?" ran Bai said vaguely. She was very vigilant. She woke up when Bo Yan moved, but... There was nothing to guard against. She probably didn't treat Bo Yan at all.

"It's raining. It's cold. I'll twist the quilt for you." Bo Yan whispered, "wake you up?"

Dyed white gently sipped her lips and shook her head: "No."

She leaned in the direction of Bo Yan and narrowed her eyes: "sleep."

Bo Yan answered softly for fear of disturbing her.

Just a few minutes later, ran Bai opened his eyes and looked at the face of the person in front of him. When he slept, he was probably very good. He wore his nightgown neatly, his ink hair was soft on his forehead, closed his eyes and gently pursed his thin lips, which always made people feel very good.

Ranbai stares at Bo Yan for a while and closes her eyes again.

I said yes, but I didn't make it in the end.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she doesn't want to.

Bo Yan said that the first time he didn't want them was when ranbai was emotionally unstable.

He is greedy and wants a lot.

Ranbai thought he couldn't sleep tonight, but maybe the people around him felt too reassured, or he was too tired and confused today. The familiar smell of disinfectant mixed with clear mint fragrance surrounded his nose, and he actually slept in the past.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning, dyed white, narrowed her eyes, held the quilt and rubbed her side face. Looking at the well-dressed man in front of her, she stretched out her hand and yawned, and her voice was a bit dumb in the morning: "morning."

Bo Yan hooked his lips and said, "good morning."

The attitude is intimate and natural, as if we have been together for a long time.

"When did you wake up?" ran Bai straightened up with the quilt in her arms, propped up the bed with one hand and asked.

"Soon." Bo Yan replied, with a soft voice and tender and considerate love: "if you are sleepy, go to bed again and I'll prepare breakfast for you."

Dyed white narrowed her eyes. Her doctor has always been virtuous.

I wanted to go to the kitchen together. When I thought of the dark dishes I made, ranbai was silent for a while and couldn't say anything.

Just nodded and said, "OK."

Seal off: I think the only self-knowledge of the host lies in cooking.

When Bo Yan went to the kitchen, ran Bai pulled up the clothes that Bo Yan had stacked next to her. She dressed neatly. She jumped out of bed, stepped on her home shoes and went to the bathroom to wash.

When she came out of the bathroom, ran Bai looked at the man in a casual Beige home suit next to the dining table and smiled.

Not wearing formal clothes made him a little more easygoing, introverted and noble.

The clean and beautiful facial features are as exquisite as ever,

A modest gentleman is as gentle as jade.

Young master in white, elegant.

These sixteen words seem very suitable to describe him.

This is a man who integrates Wen and Ya into his bones.

Like the noble childe of an aristocratic family who came out of ancient times, he is noble and has the same ancient charm.

Amazing time, gentle years.

Let people hear the heart and fall in love with it.

The most elegant words in the world are thin words. Once a lifetime mistake, never a lifetime mistake.

It's not too much to describe Bo Yan.