The intention of burying into her room was not strong at all. Even if the two of them really slept together, Han Xuan didn't think he would do anything to her. .

Anya in her memory seems to be the cute girl who is crying under the street lights. It is difficult to open the ideological shackles that plague Han Xuan.

Americans are Americans. The thinking concepts he brought from his previous life are more oriental. Anya is fourteen years old this year. She should be in the first grade of junior high school based on her age. She looks like a sixteen or seven-year-old girl, but her true mental age is still very young, and it would be too lively to start.

Han Xuan is not an animal that only thinks with his lower body. He has been here for so many years. Now he still needs to endure it. His heart and kidneys will leave in the future.

The little volcano in my heart was just ignited, and was once again in a magical way by Anya, who was so magical today, dripping from head to toe with a basin of ice water. The ninth time of the "Bedding Bed" plan ended in failure. With Gabriel and George's slutty eyes, he rubbed his nose and went back to his room to sleep. It should be difficult to sleep tonight...

Through a door, Anya's expression was very attentive.

Her eyes were a little confused. She was sixty drunk and awake at this moment. She leaned against the wooden door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

I thought Han Xuan would knock on the door, but unexpectedly heard the sound of closing the door next to me. I looked down at Maoyan and found that there was really no one there. I was a little surprised. Then I didn't know what the expression on my face looked like relaxation and disappointment.

After standing there for a while, taking off his clothes with a smile, gradually showing off his beautiful figure, tied his hair with rubber bands, and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

Like Han Xuan who was taking a bath in the room next to him, Anya is also very confused now. She is usually a little timid. Tonight she has plucked up her courage to seduce him. When she thinks about the scene just now, she feels embarrassed and has a tangled face.

Her way of thinking is more Western, and she believes that at this age, she can already do something with the people she likes. This is the general thinking and cognition in American society, and she is not open to it.

Anya doesn't know how to treat feelings. She almost knows all her understanding of love from books, films, and others.

Last time at school, a gossip girl asked her how she felt with Han Xuan. When she told her that it had not happened, the other person's expression turned surprised and said how could this be possible.

So Anya remembered it in her heart, and in literature and film and television works, feelings are often associated with sex.

She thought that was her problem, so she took advantage of her drunkenness tonight and mustered up the courage to try to complete the last step in the relationship, but in the end she backed a little, so she hurriedly closed the door.

If Han Xuan insisted, tonight would be the big day in his life, but he did not.

Anya lets warm water pour on her body, her eyes lose focus, she thinks wildly in her mind, and she slowly feels a little annoyed in her eyes, gritting her teeth and saying to herself: "It's better not to close the door, Han..."

She didn't think Han Xuan didn't like her, and did not insist on entering the door. She was implicated as a gentlemanly demeanor who respected women. Han Xuan's feelings for her were reflected in all aspects, and Anya could clearly understand it.

When he was dry and wrapped in a bath towel, he went out. When the sound of the hair dryer sounded, Han Xuan was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. Mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears. He was thinking about what Anya is doing now.

Both of them had a good sleep tonight.

Tossing and turning on the bed, I didn't fall asleep until late at night

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the next day.

When Mr. Han woke up, he did not see the sunlight sprinkling through the window. When he got up in a daze, he realized that it was a cloudy day, with dark clouds in the sky, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

Hahaha, I laughed a few times, and the pleasure of relaxation in my heart. The heat of the day made me feel unhappy. Now it’s raining.

Han Xuan's mother was putting on makeup. He kissed his wife on the face. After being slapped in anger, she ran into the bathroom to wash.

In the room not far away, Han Xuan had just left, and Anya happened to go out. Both of them drank too much last night and their faces were a little bad.

Looking at each other, Han Xuan saw from her eyes that Anya had become the same as before. Her eyes were calm and calm, and there were rare dark circles, which looked quite tired.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Anya asked in confusion, she was pretending to be stupid, as if she didn't see Han Xuan's resentment. Although she was drunk last night, she still had the memories she should have.

Honest people are more likely to be able to lie because they are honest people, so people think they won’t lie.

Just when Anya was about to be unable to help herself and she was blushing with guilt, Han Xuan told: "It's okay, have you forgotten what happened last night?"

"Um?

Maybe I’m drunk too much and my head hurts so much. I want to drink a glass of water first. Did something happen last night?”

He quietly avoided Han Xuan and walked in front of him, preventing Han Xuan from seeing his embarrassed face.

Anya felt that in her life, she had never been so entangled like she was now. She gritted her teeth in the direction he could not see, for fear of hearing something that would make her more embarrassed. The alcohol had passed, and she was still the thin-skinned little girl.

Han Xuanzhen thought she didn't remember that she had a very accurate vision when looking at others, but when it came to personal emotional issues, she would become blind, covered her eyes and thinking ability, and replied: "No, just go see the fireflies and scolded Picasso."

Anya remembers about the firefly, about Picasso, she was drunk at that time, and she was completely lost in memory. She turned her head in surprise and widened her eyes: "Did I really say bad things about Mr. Picasso?"

"Yes, that's not what you called him last night."

Han Xuan smiled and pretended to think about it when he went downstairs, and continued, "Oh, you said he is a lustful old man who only knows how to use paintings to soak girls. When he saw the young girl he liked at the age of sixty or seventy, he would say:

Hey, I'm Picasso, can I draw a picture for you? Be my model and give you the painting when you finish it."

This time Anya blushed, until her ears were red, and she spoke, "Is that so, he's very awesome."

Han Xuan could not deny this. He knew it was not the truth. It was impossible to let her speak bad things when she was awake...

Just after breakfast, Ethan ran.

He has brown-red hair, and his skin is tanned by the inevitable sunlight during the busy farming period, with many freckles. It is very different from his childhood appearance, so Han Xuan could hardly recognize him.

The other party smiled brightly and stood by the fountain and shouted: "Hello! Han! I haven't seen each other for a long time, you are so handsome now!"

Han Xuan smiled a little reluctantly. It was not that he couldn't meet, but that the other party did not intend to find him. Since he started doing business, he had no contact with each other.

I still remember when I first came back from college, I went to a barbecue party twice during the holiday, but he found reasons to refuse, probably because he met a new friend and cut off his friendship with Han Xuan as he grew up.
Chapter completed!