Hey! Leave my ex-boyfriends alone!

So, Xie Luo thought of another way.

Maybe she could read some bedtime stories to Jiang Jintong. She didn’t know if it would work, but she might as well give it a try.

“Have you ever heard of fairy tales?”

“… ….”

"Then let me tell you some fairy tales. Maybe this will help you fall asleep faster. If it doesn't work, just tell me, okay?"

“… ….”

"Then I'll start."

Jiang Jintong did not answer, perhaps he did not hear what Xie Luo said.

Xie Luo didn't get angry. He just found a chair and sat down next to his bed. Then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and started telling the fairy tale bit by bit.

Jiang Jintong didn't actually listen to Xie Luo's words at first. He was in a trance, with only the sound of thunder in his mind, and vague memories of the past and Xie Luo's words, "Do you want a hug?"

This is not a pleasant experience.

Fortunately, he now has a quilt and pillow as a cover, so he doesn't have to make a fool of himself like he did just now.

Soon, another voice rang in his ears.

The voice was gentle and cheerful, slowly reciting something that Jiang Jintong could not quite understand.

Because there were no fairy tales in his childhood.

Fairy tales are usually bedtime readings, which are mostly read by parents to their children. Jiang Jintong rarely saw his parents when he was a child, so how could he have heard any fairy tales?

My daytime personality doesn’t like reading, but my nighttime personality likes reading. However, the books he reads are often poetry collections and famous works, and I have never read books like Grimm’s Fairy Tales.

"Cinderella cried very sadly. She looked at her skirt torn to pieces by her stepmother..."

"Snow White looked at the juicy red apple, shook her head, and resisted the urge to eat it. The old woman cut off half of the green apple, took a bite, and handed the red apple to her, saying, 'Good child, don't be afraid. Look, I'm fine after eating the apple, right?'"

"Snow White finally couldn't stand the old woman's enthusiasm any longer, took the half red part, and then bit it... That's not right, how could an apple be half red and half green?"

"The prince, Snow White and the seven dwarfs lived happily together."

Xie Luo read from time to time, and when he came to something outrageous, he would stop and complain a few words in a calm voice. It was not easy for him to finally finish reading the two fairy tales.

She looked up and saw that there seemed to be no movement from Jiang Jintong's side.

"Jintong?"

Xie Luo called out softly, but he still didn't respond. However, the slight tremor on his body stopped, as if he had finally fallen asleep.

The medicine did have some sleep-inducing effect on Jiang Jintong. In addition, due to his personality change, once Jiang Jintong fell asleep, he would not wake up until he had accumulated enough sleep.

Xie Luo took a deep breath, closed the door, and left the room.

The young man had a handsome face in his sleep, and looked so quiet and beautiful, but soon, his brows slightly frowned.

Xie Luo’s fairy tale was not very good, but strangely, he still fell asleep.

Perhaps, the real magic is not how good the fairy tales are, but the parents who tell fairy tales to their children before bed.

Their gentle company will make children feel at ease, and only such peace of mind and comfort can help children fall asleep.

When he was with Xie Luo, Jiang Jintong actually felt a little relieved.

This is really weird.

Is Xie Luo really just a childhood playmate to him?

When did this relationship deteriorate?

Was it the hug they had just had, or the nights before that when they had talked?

It's weird, really weird.

From the perspective of Jiang Jintong's night personality, he clearly had no reason to like Xie Luo.

If one of those things happened again, would he still be as moved?

Perhaps this question itself is difficult to answer.

If feelings can easily have answers, then there is no need for all the disputes and losses caused by feelings to exist.

It is precisely because love has no accurate answer and liking has no accurate shape that there is such unknown beauty and expectation in this world.

Maybe love will come in the next moment.

Jiang Jintong was struggling, but during the rare time when he was in hibernation, he saw another personality in his body.

That personality was no longer dormant. His virtual spirit was holding a rose and breaking off the petals bit by bit: "I like Xie Luo, I don't like Xie Luo, I like Xie Luo, I don't like Xie Luo..."

Jinjin frowned as he broke off petals. When he broke off the last petal, he threw away the flower that said 'I Like Xie Luo' and conjured up a second flower from mid-air to continue counting.

When he got to the second flower, his frown deepened even more, because the last petal was "I don't like falling".

It seems that no matter which answer it is, it cannot satisfy Jinjin at the moment.

Jinjin kept frowning and counting, and at the end she realized that this was a stupid thing to do, so she threw the flowers to the ground and refused to look at them again.

"Don't count. No matter how many times you count, you won't be satisfied."

"In other words, these are not the answers you want."

"If you replace 'I like Xie Luo' with 'Xie Luo likes me', you can quickly count out a result, because it contains the result you want."

"Isn't it?"

The two identical faces looked at each other. Jinjin stood up, but her brows were still furrowed: "Why are you here?"

"I don't know the specific reason, but the reason we can see each other here is probably because some of our emotions have intersected."

"Intersection? What?"

"... ...I probably can't explain it to you right now, you just need to tell me one thing."

Tongtong walked towards Jinjin. His handsome face was still calm and gentle. Compared with Tongtong, Jinjin was still too childish. His emotions were changeable and he was not calm and rational at all.

In fact, there is a huge difference between the two of them, so big that others can tell them apart at a glance.

Jinjin is Jinjin and Tongtong is Tongtong.

However, they seldom meet each other, because each other always rejects the existence of the other, so they rarely meet when they are asleep.

But at this moment, they met.

That means they must have some emotions that they share or even have in common.

The confusion of memory just now was definitely not an accident. That must be the place where the two of them intersected.

The person they met was Xie Luo.

"You like her, right?"

Tongtong raised his eyes indifferently. He was clearly asking Jinjin, but through Jinjin, it seemed as if he was asking himself.

Jinjin turned her face away awkwardly, kicked the petals a few times, and finally muttered: "I don't know, how should I know, wasn't I counting the petals just now?"