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On the bed in the room, Mo Xiaoxiao's body was curled up in Xiao Meng Han's embrace, her small hands gently resting on his waist. Xiao Meng Han was sleeping soundly, her long white hair flowing down the pillow, a few strands tangled around her body.

Her long eyelashes moved, and she opened her eyes. She slept soundly and comfortably, having almost no dreams.

But? The scene of her personally bandaging Xiao Meng Han's wound last night in her mind appeared in her mind. She was about to stand up after a short shock, but she did not expect that there was a big, slender hand around her waist, the warm sensation of it burning her skin through her pajamas.

She carefully lifted up Xiao Meng Han's sleeve.

She slowly moved her waist, and when her feet landed on the ground, she stood up and silently let out a long breath. She inadvertently looked at the sleeping Xiao Meng Han, and her heart began to race.

His face was the most resolute and perfect face she had ever seen. The corners of his mouth and eyebrows seemed to be meticulously sculpted with a knife, and fine silver threads fell from his forehead to the side of his face. At this moment, he was lying there like a beautiful ink painting.

His fingers were trembling as he clenched them into a fist, preventing himself from wanting to touch that face.

When the door was gently closed, Jing Xiaoxiao's figure disappeared from the bedroom, and her originally closed eyes slowly opened.

Xiao Meng Han looked at the door, his hand lovingly reaching to her side. There was still the warmth of her body, the fragrance of her, as well as her eyes closed, as though she was sighing and feeling helpless. He knew that if he wanted her to truly accept him, there was still a long way to go, and the more he was together with her, the more he couldn't let go.

It was Wang Shi who brought the breakfast over to Xiao Meng Han's bedroom. Xiao Meng Han's eyes were passionately watching the door open.

Wang Shi's plump body appeared in his line of sight, not the soft figure of Mo Xiaoxiao. Disappointment was so obvious in Xiao Meng Han's eyes.

Wang Shi smiled in embarrassment. His shiny face was trying his best to make Xiao Meng Han look at him more pleasing to the eye. He knew how big the gap was between him and Mo Xiaoxiao.

"Mr. Xiao Yan, this is Lil 'Yun. He specifically asked me to make it for you."

A bowl of white porridge, two dishes of cold mixed dishes, and a crispy fried prawn.

Xiao Meng Han's gaze swept across the dishes on the table and said indifferently: "I want to eat rice."

"Xiao Yan said that the most reasonable dish in the morning is rice porridge. Later, she will prepare a recipe for you to choose from." Wang Shi became even more careful. The one who paid him was Xiao Meng Han, but Xiao Meng Han invited him here because of Ye Mo.

As the ring was locked, Wang Shi cautiously responded.

"What about her?"

"Xiao Yan, stay downstairs." Wang Shi pointed with his finger. His movements were stiff as he silently told Lin Hai to count.

Xiao Meng Han waved her hand to get Wang Shi out, he got up from the bed and walked to the window gloomily. Early in the morning, the sea surface was calm, like a huge mirror reflecting the sunlight, small ripples rolling off the spots of light, Xiao Meng Han's heart calmed down, the window was half open, the sea breeze was blowing hard, carrying along with it the unique smell of the sea, Xiao Meng Han suddenly fell in love with the sea.

That morning, Jing Xiaoxiao did not go to Xiao Menghan's room, nor did Xiao Menghan come out. She was reading a book inside, but her eyes would always be glued to the door. There were even a few times when she would stand up and walk to the door and place her hand on the doorknob.

A few cheerful laughter came through the half-open window. Xiao Meng Han could clearly hear that it was Sima Yun Shu's voice, mixed with the soft words of Silent Red. His heart was moved; yes, her voice was pleasant to hear.

When Xiao Meng Han came back to her senses, he was already standing in front of the window. Below him, Little Red was silently standing on the soft sand, smiling as he watched Sima Yun Shu bury Lin Hai's body in the sand.

As he inadvertently lifted his head, Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes met with Xiao Menghan's gaze in midair. She smiled at him and then lowered her head to continue admiring Sima Yunshu's prank.

Lin Hai lay flat on the ground and let Sima Yunshu bury the sand below his chest. It was a very comfortable feeling, but it was something that he had never done before.

Sima Yun Shu was tired and fell down beside Lin Hai. Lin Hai's hand slowly extended out from the sand and silently held onto Sima Yun Shu's hand. Sima Yun Shu closed her eyes and didn't move her body.

Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered what Sima Yunshu told her about her boyfriend. She turned her eyes away and stopped looking at Sima Yunshu and Lin Hai. In the end, she simply walked along the coastline slowly.

In another villa a hundred meters away, a man was walking by the sea, holding a small white poodle in his hand.

The fur on the little Lion Dog was very long. It ran around the sea several times, but the sand was too soft, causing it to tumble and fall. However, the little fellow was not discouraged, and kept running around its owner.

Xiao Meng Han's eyes narrowed. There weren't many people who could stay here for the holidays, and it was due to luck that he was able to buy this villa.

When they were living here, Xiao Meng Han remembered to look around the area.

There was no one living in the villa, and Xiao Meng Han wasn't able to find any information on the people who bought the villa.

The man walked along the coastline in a leisurely manner, taking a detour in the direction of Quiet And Steadfast.

Silent Ice didn't leave the villa far. She only searched the nearby beach for shells. She wanted to make a wind chime to hang in the window. When the wind blew, it would jingle.

She found many beautiful small shells behind a big rock. Mo Xiaoxiao was excitedly picking up the colorful and unbreakable small shells inside. Just as she picked up a red shell, a furry little figure rushed over and knocked away the shell in her hand.

A large hand grabbed her waist and helped her up before her body landed on the ground.

"Sorry, Snowy is being a bit naughty."

"You?" His long, narrow starry eyes and feminine and handsome features shocked him. His silver eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, and his silver eyelashes blinked lightly with a bewitching charm. His silver hair was in tatters, and the pure silver made him certain that it was not something that could be dyed by hand.

"My name is Erdorten, miss. Are you all right?"

"It's fine, thank you. Please let go." The man who called himself Er Duoteng gave her a weird feeling. His hand was very cold, and the hair on the spot where his hand touched was standing on end.

Quietly placing his hand on his side, Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the lively little poodle. She did not dare to look at Erdonton. This was the first time she had heard of this family name, so she did not know why she felt this way.