When I woke up, at six o'clock, Yin Yijie slept beside me.

No one cares about him anymore. Brian was busy, and Tan Tianjian was too lazy to care about him. He is very brave now. Not only does he sleep in my bed, but he also asks to sleep with his arms around me.

I think it's better to forget it. He usually hugged him a lot and was more honest when sleeping.

However, he must kiss me before going to bed, and kiss me until I fell asleep, so I only know what was going on after waking up, not what was going on before going to bed.

At 5:30, the sky was slightly darker and the sun was setting. The curtains were drawn inside the house, making it darker and suitable for sleeping.

But I had enough sleep, slowly opened my eyes, looked around, and slowly thought about it.

My head hurts a little, and they all said that I am about to break out of my cocoon. No matter what it is, it always hurts.

It will also hurt when a butterfly breaks out of its cocoon, I think it is probably true.

I don't know what kind of butterfly it is, and I have only a slight understanding of poetry; but I know that he is waiting for me.

He always said that he wanted to eat me very much and wanted to have a son with me, but he had to wait until I recovered my memory and the real decision was made.

Therefore, when I refused to sleep with him in my arms, he would sleep next to me, one foot apart.

Our distance is just a distance, within reach.

I looked at him, very quiet.

Yin Yijie slept for a while and his complexion improved much better - he looked even more tired, but his normal fatigue was not a state of excitement.

His skin was very white, fair and translucent, and even such a dark place could be seen.

His lines are very hard and cold, but when he is in good condition, he will feel softer; when he is in bad condition, he will appear very cold.

There are some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and fine lines - beauticians like to call them fine lines, deep and shallow. Looking at it, it is the footsteps of time, and it is also Tan Baoming said that it is wisdom, without wrinkles, which always makes people feel that the yellow-haired boy is frivolous.

I don't know that wrinkles are so poetic, but he really grew up, and I grew up too.

I trance remembered that when we listened to the sea together, I didn't understand anything, and let him hold my hand and go anywhere.

Some people in the world like to make decisions by themselves, while others like to leave themselves to others to make decisions.

Some people can't do well even if they become bosses...
Chapter completed!