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In one second, he had to remind himself to be calm and reserved, not to be fooled by Mu Huainan. In the next second, when that man approached me, I instantly fell drunk in his eyes.

You have no wine in your dimples, but I'm as drunk as a dog.

After dinner, he asked me, "Have you had a bath?"

"Do you want to wash it again?"

I shook my head, furiously.

"Alright." He laughed and rubbed my head, then took off his shirt and threw it on my head in front of me.

My face reddened.

I reached out to grab the clothes Mu Huainan threw over to me, then stuck my tongue out at him. "Who wants to wait for you!"

Then, without waiting for an answer, I ran all the way back to my room, jumped into bed, and forgot to put my shirt on the hanger.

It smelled of him, and I lay with the white shirt in my arms as if he were right beside me.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but when I grabbed onto Mu Huainan's shirt, I couldn't help but go to the tip of my nose and take a deep breath.

It was as if this smell could let me sleep in peace.

That man smelled like poppies, which mesmerized people.

The door to my room was open, and I could hear the water in the bathroom, dripping on my heart.

It was a warm and comfortable feeling.

I hugged Mu Huainan's shirt, and little by little, I fell asleep.

In my dreams, it felt like someone was hugging me from behind. The tip of my nose had a refreshing smell, like I was running on a summer campus. The leaves were swaying in the wind, scattering down a light breeze.

My back was a little itchy, and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I reached into my pajamas and tried to scratch it.

Unfortunately, the length of my arm wasn't long enough for me to catch the itch.

Suddenly, a pair of hands with a little bit of cool feeling from under my dress, my whole body quivered.

He got his hand over my arm and stroked my back.

Scratching with a fingernail from time to time will not scratch the skin, and also super itchy.

After a while, he slowly stopped and the hands on his back left, and I was confused that it wasn't good enough. I wanted him to keep scratching and massaging my back like this all night.

I was acting coquettishly, my eyes never leaving them, and half asleep, half awake, I rolled over in my chair, curled up in a hard chest, humming to myself.

A chuckle sounded from above his head.

I was once again wrapped in arms, and one of his hands reached into my back, gentle and delicate.

I heard a powerful heartbeat, in my ears, regular and natural.

He could not seem to fall asleep. His mind became clearer and clearer along with the heartbeat.

I slowly opened my eyes. In the darkness, there was only the white light of the moon, which had sneaked in through the gap in the half-closed curtains.

It landed on the wall behind Mu Huainan, causing the area around him to be covered in a layer of white light.

I looked up at him, and he slowly opened his eyes.

As if she felt my gaze.

His black eyes were filled with a beautiful gentleness.

He smiled and asked me in a soft and sticky voice, "What are you looking at, little girl?"

He pulled his hand away from my back and held it out to help me pull the hair back from my ear.

He had his arm around my waist, the heavy weight of this man, and his breath, warm on my upturned face.

His deep eyes enfold me, and his cold lips touch my face, but I feel hot all over again.

But he just kissed me, not like he had for days and nights, and he did nothing but kiss me and touch my soft back.

I wasn't used to it.

Lifting my head, I looked at him. Sleeping together like this, he didn't do anything to me. I was a little confused and a little helpless when I looked at him like this.

He kissed the corner of my eye.

I closed my eyes. Feeling his cold lips.

He kissed the corners of my eyes, my brow, my forehead, my cheeks, but only stopped there, no other movement.

I couldn't help opening my eyes again.

He was a little doubtful.

As he watched, he said seriously, "An An, go to sleep."

I looked at her, my ears red, my cheeks burning.

How embarrassing! Like I was expecting him to do something to me.

I turned over and turned back.

He held me from behind.

I heard his uncontrollable laughter, and for a moment my ears reddened even more. He had been tricked!

I turned to stare at him.

He quickly pursed his lips and pretended to look serious, saying seriously, "Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore."

Even though I was extremely angry, I couldn't really get angry at him. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that I cared even more about this?

Without a sound, I turned my head back and nestled on the pillow.

He put his head on my shoulder, a little too heavy, and his chin made my shoulder ache, and his voice was steady and peaceful in my ear.

I closed my eyes and heard him say.

"I love you."

Then she hugged me tighter.

Love.

I was probably drunk with Mu Huainan today, to think that I would ask him at this time.

"You said that you would tell me about Lu Jingyu."

It was not a wise choice to mention Lu Jingyu in this situation, but …

I just can't help it.

The man behind me didn't say anything. He held me, and his hand, like it had been in the beginning, crept into my softest part, bringing a few drops of coolness with it.

My cold trembling, powerless to mean that he, he was holding.

For a long time, I tried to calm myself down.

"That day, you were drugged by Fang Wu, and in a daze, you kept shouting out Lu Jingyu's name."

I've always kept this matter in mind, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

The man behind me puts his hand behind my waist and turns me over, facing him.

Slowly, I looked up and saw his dark eyes, clouded and clouded with emotion.

"Uncle Huainan." I called to him hoarsely.

I really think I'm drunk, more drunk than I ever was after a drink.

"When you called Lu Jingyu, there were still tears at the corner of your eyes. You loved her, right?"

Mu Huainan did not deny it, but neither did he admit it.

He just held me quietly, his chin on my head. After a long time, I heard his heavy, sobbing voice.

"An'an." He asked me, "What do you want to hear?"

"All."

I want to hear all the stories.

"When I met you, I didn't know your name."

Mu Huainan started to talk about what happened when he was still a teenager. The moonlight outside was exceptionally bright, and when I looked at his eyes, it was so black that they were shiny with crystals. I didn't know if he was crying or not.

But as I listened to him, there was happiness in my voice, and as I looked at him again, my eyes were clear and filled with sadness.

That was the first time Mu Huainan told me a story about him.

Before this, my understanding of him was limited to his surname, "Huainan", a man of twenty-five, whose name was known to half the world.

That's about it. I can't even tell if he came out of a rock or not.

I began to believe that he was in love.

Mu Huainan was thirteen years old that year, and the girl he met was only six years old.

He didn't know her name, but every time he saw her, she would always have a pair of shell earrings hanging from her ears. Every time Mu Huainan asked her, she would always have a pair of shell earrings that were made from shell shells that weren't shaped in any way.

Later, she gave him a pair.

After that, Mu Huainan called her the shell.

It was simple, easy to remember. Mu Huainan had been afraid of trouble since he was young.

Right, aside from being afraid of trouble, he was also stubborn.

She lived in a well-known rich district, where the young masters of wealthy families lived. The shell was a straightforward girl who had offended a lot of young masters. Since she could not stay in that district, she secretly ran to the sports field at the back of the district and watched the sunset every day.

Later on, Mu Huainan got to know this special girl, he called her Shell.

The two of them met up here every day to play, watch the sunset together, and complain about their parents and teachers.

It had already been half a year since the youth, Mu Huainan, found out that he liked seashells.

He was stubborn and only said, "Shell, I'm thirteen years old this year, I can still like you for a year. Let me tell you, don't get carried away. It's only one year, no more!"

As a result, when he was fourteen years old, Mu Huainan said the same thing.

Fifteen, sixteen …. It was the same.

He had slapped his own face, that was probably the case.

When the shell was eight years old, Mu Huainan gifted her a turtle.

The reason was simple, it was given to him by his neighbor Mu Huainan. He never liked to keep animals at home, so he gave it to her as a gift.

What she did not expect was that the shell liked it and cared a lot about it, treating it even better. Every day, she would bring it out to watch the sunset with Mu Huainan.

At one point, it had even aroused Mu Huainan's jealousy.

The reason was that the turtle could crawl on the shell's leg, but Mu Huainan couldn't.

He really couldn't understand what was so good about that turtle. It didn't look arrogant at all, but always withered in a small corner, and no matter when he saw it during the day and night, he would always ignore it.

Mu Huainan didn't like it, just like himself.

And the shell likes it so much.

The shell made a little walking tool for the little turtle. She took four of the remaining wheels from the left hand labourer in the interest class, which were just as small, and took the soap box from home and installed the wheels on them. She tied a rope to them, and each time she went out, she put the little turtle in the soap box. Seeing that there was a group of people in the courtyard, she proudly walked forward in large strides to find Mu Huainan.

Mu Huainan had never been able to understand why the shell was so good to a turtle.