Chapter 115: From his collarbone to Zhou Heiya’s collarbone? Compare him to a duck? OK, very good.

Ye Wanxing was startled, his thoughts suddenly came to his senses, and the hand holding the water glass trembled.

A drop of water splashed out and fell on the back of her white hand, feeling cool.

However, at this moment, her face and ears instantly felt hot.

Damn it, what did she just do???

Why were you staring at Han Sibai's chest and collarbone? And it was discovered? And it was exposed?

Ye Wanxing felt a little flustered, but his expression remained as steady as an old dog.

She looked at Han Sibai, sneered and said, "What's wrong with you? It's not illegal, isn't it just a collarbone? I can go to Zhou Hei Ya and buy a bunch of them for a hundred yuan!"

"..."

The more Han Sibai thought about this sentence, the more he felt something was wrong.

From his collarbone to Zhou Heiya’s collarbone?

Compare him to a duck?

OK, very good.

After Ye Wanxing said that, she suddenly realized this, but she felt that her rebuttal was very beautiful.

She just likes to watch doggy men get fucked up, and as long as he gets fucked up, she'll be happy.

Ye Wanxing raised his eyebrows at Han Sibai, curled his lips, and smiled a little proudly, with a cunning light like a little fox shining in his smart eyebrows.

However, this glance was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the willows, gently sweeping through Han Sibai's heart, which was already not at peace, causing a wave of waves.

In my memory, she always likes to show such expressions and eyes, a little cunning and a little unruly.

But very beautiful.

It always makes him fall into it uncontrollably.

Han Sibai narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Ye Wanxing with some inexplicable emotions surging in his eyes.

Naturally, Ye Wanxing couldn't understand the look in his eyes, so he dragged his yoga mat, picked up the water glass, put his iPad in his armpit and went straight back to the bedroom.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of closing the floor-to-ceiling windows that Han Sibai slowly came back to his senses.

Ye Wanxing placed the yoga mat in the corner, raised his head and drank all the water in the cup.

She stood by the window, thinking for a moment, and held the water glass in her hand a little tighter.

After standing for about a full minute, Ye Wanxing pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window, leaned out his upper body and took a look at the next door, and found that Han Sibai hadn't gone in yet.

He put his finger on his chin and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Hey." Ye Wanxing said.

Han Sibai's thoughts were interrupted by the "Hello". She raised her head and looked at the person who called her calmly.

"First, I don't say hello."

Ye Wanxing: "..."

It’s true that Wuyu’s mother opened the door for Wuyu, and Wuyu arrived home.

She originally thought of leaving the matter to Xuanxue, and if Han Sibai hadn't left when she came out again, she would ask him about his trip to the United States for medical treatment two years ago.

After all, there is a distance of two or three meters and they are on their own territory, so it will not be awkward.

If she goes in, she won't ask.

Sometimes you have to learn to let God make decisions for you.

But Ye Wanxing really didn't expect that the atmosphere would be completely ruined by Han Sibai's words, and he instantly lost the mood to ask further.

She frowned and looked at Han Sibai, her tone full of disgust: "You are really sick!"

After saying this, Ye Wanxing turned around and went back to the room. The wind was blowing under his feet and he didn't want to stay for a second longer.

Han Sibai looked at the closed French window and fell into deep thought——

"...?"

What's wrong with him? Didn't he just make a joke to tease her? Why did the little girl suddenly become angry?

So stingy.

After returning to the bedroom, Ye Wanxing went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, wiped it clean, and then went to bed and lay down directly.

Kick your legs, and be at ease with the world.

The room with the lights off was filled with the faint smell of sage and sea salt aromatherapy. Ye Wanxing gradually became unconscious and fell asleep...

She slept a little uneasily tonight.

It always felt like it was raining heavily when I slept until midnight, but Ye Wanxing couldn't tell whether the noisy sound of rain came from a dream or from reality.

In the wide and deserted streets late at night, the street lights have a soft and dim glow.

Under a huge sycamore tree, there was a man standing.

It's a young man.

The young man had his back to her. In the pouring rain, he was only wearing a thin white shirt. The cold rain fell on his head and body, soaking his proud body.

Ye Wanxing was standing not far behind the boy. It was obviously not far away, but she seemed to be unable to get past him no matter how hard she walked.

She stood there, staring at the young man's thin and thin back.

The pure white shirt was soaked by the rain and became a little see-through, and she could even see his looming butterfly bones.

Ye Wanxing's vision was blurred by the rain. Even she didn't know why, so she stretched out her hand.

Just as she stretched out her hand, the boy in the rain slowly turned around, and she finally saw his face clearly.

The young man's eyebrows were dark and his eyes were sad, looking at her through the heavy rain and fog.

Ye Wanxing moved his lips and whispered his name——

"Han Sibai..."

In the dimly lit bedroom, Ye Wanxing's voice became more and more urgent and loud, mixing with the sound of rain outside.

"Han Sibai..."

"Han Sibai..."

"...Han Sibai!"

Ye Wanxing suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air. His heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of his chest.

Because at the end of the dream, Han Sibai disappeared in the rain and fog.

But his sad look was imprinted in her mind like a knife, and she couldn't get rid of it.

After about ten seconds, Ye Wanxing's mood finally calmed down. She found that her hands were tightly holding the quilt and her lips were a little dry.

In the darkness, she closed her eyes, raised her hand to smooth her hair back, and found a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

She got out of bed and went to the island outside to pour herself a glass of water and drank it directly. The dryness in her mouth finally eased a little.

After Ye Wanxing came to her senses, she heard a clear sound of rain. She turned on the light, turned to look out the French window of the living room, and found that it was indeed raining.

Exactly the same as in the dream.

Water stains crept down the glass, one after another, showing that the rain was heavy.

The glass doors and windows at home are made of very sound-insulating materials. You can hear such heavy rain indoors, so you can imagine how heavy the rain is.

Ye Wanxing turned around and was about to pour another glass of water when he suddenly remembered something.

"Fuck!! My flower!!!"

After wailing, she rushed into the bedroom as quickly as possible, and then opened the floor-to-ceiling window leading to the small balcony.

Without this layer of isolation, the thunderous sound of rain instantly filled Ye Wanxing's ears, and she felt like she was about to be deafened.

I even felt that the sound of the rain was pouring into my internal organs.

She raised her hand and turned on the light on the small balcony, and found that the white irises and brownie tulips had been beaten by the violent storm and were twisted and twisted, and they had long lost their graceful and dignified appearance during the day.

There was a layer of rainwater accumulated in several flower pots.

If this continues, sooner or later her flowers will be waterlogged to death due to too much water.
Chapter completed!