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very warm.

Shi Xing tentatively put Kong's hand around his waist.

A hug feels intimate.

Show all the fragility to you, armor, weakness, let you master.

Wen Xia's body smelled very good, with a faint scent of shower gel, and it was very comfortable to hold. His hair brushed against his face from time to time, bringing an itchy touch.

But this moment didn't last long, Wen Xia quickly let go of him, patted his shoulder with a smile, and left.

After he finished processing, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV. Shi Xing relaxed and ate a bag of potato chips without knowing it. When he was about to open the second bag, Wen Xia slapped his hand, " Stop eating, brush your teeth and wash your face."

Wen Xia disassembled a new toothbrush for him.

When the two of them were brushing their teeth in front of the mirror with serious faces, Shi Xing suddenly thought of an important question. He raised his eyes to Wen Xia, and said vaguely, "Where should I sleep tonight?"

"..."

So Wen Xia spent half an hour tidying up the guest room for him, and finally wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You can just sleep, you can sleep in tomorrow morning, good night."

Shi Xing: "Good night."

The room is not big, but enough for Shixing.

Just as he was about to lock the door, his hand suddenly stopped—this habit was formed at home. Ever since Haoran broke into his room drunk, he would lock the door every night when he slept, and then the door was kicked. If it was broken, he used a cabinet or the like to cover it.

But in Wen Xia's house, it seems that this is not necessary.

Shi Xing turned off the light and closed his eyes in the dark.

He silently sorted out today's memory, and then solemnly stamped it with a golden stamp - a normal person's day.

Memory carousels generally play to the last frame.

Wen Xia smiled softly and said "good night" to him.

As soon as these two words passed through his brain, he felt drowsy. Like a spell, he relaxed and fell asleep very quickly.

He didn't dream, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a slight clicking sound in his ears. Years of experience made Shi Xing wake up in a light sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the door silently.

He saw the sneaky Wen Xia.

Shi Xing: "..."

Wen Xia came over, leaning on the wall with her hand, but accidentally pressed the switch on the wall.

The room is bright.

He usually doesn't sleep in the guest room, and he is not very familiar with the guest room, so he missed it for a while.

Shi Xing: "..."

Hold.

No more sleep.

Wen Xia turned off the lights in a panic, and didn't see Shi Xing's open eyes. He walked over in the dark, and Shi Xing quietly watched him standing beside his bed, groping for a long time on the bed.

What is he going to do?

Sleepwalking?

Do sleepwalkers know how to turn off the lights?

Wen Xia touched his arm and gently took it out.

Only then did Shi Xing realize that he couldn't cover the wound he had applied medicine on.

Complicated emotions welled up in my heart.

Wen Xia adjusted her arms and tucked in the quilt for him. From time to time, her fingertips touched his skin, bringing itchy touch.

Wen Xia left, but Shi Xing couldn't sleep anymore.

Wen Xia was very kind to him, so good that he was a little scared—not afraid of anything else, but afraid that this kind of thing would be lost.

Of course, this is also an established fact, this kind of goodness can only exist for one night, and tomorrow he and Wen Xia will still be two people.

Since I still have to bear the sadness of parting, it is better to stay away now.

Shi Xing looked at the moonlight on the ceiling, thought he couldn't fall asleep, but turned over and fell asleep.