Leng Haoxuan lowered his eyes, covering up the emotions there, making people wonder what he was thinking.
Under the faint light and shadow, there is only a lonely shadow.
Xia Zhenai was suffocated and he couldn't help but step towards him.
As if he heard the movement, Leng Haoxuan raised his deep eyes and stared at her tightly.
"Haoxuan..." she called timidly.
Suddenly, he stretched out his long arms and instantly pulled her into his arms, and his hot voice echoed in her ears: "Are you scared?"
Xia Zhenai's body stiffened, and suddenly thought of something, and slowly spoke: "I'm fine, my mother was unconscious for a moment and didn't scare me."
"I mean me!"
“…”
"I scared you just now?"
“…”
"I didn't mean it!"
Listening to his muffled voice, Xia Zhenai raised his eyes in disbelief and looked at him.
"Haoxuan, I'm fine."
Leng Haoxuan looked at her, and his eyes were filled with guilt and uneasiness, like two black holes, constantly absorbing everything about her.
Xia Zhenai's heart tightened for a moment, as if he was absorbed into the vortex.
"I will accompany you to do what you like, and I will never yell at you again, don't be afraid."
His voice was as doting as ever.
Moreover, this time there was also a sign of showing weakness in seeking peace, as if she was afraid that she would really alienate him because of fear, which made him feel uneasy.
No matter how much he tolerated her, he would never promise her in such a tone.
"Haoxuan, I know you are for my own good. You are my husband. How could I be afraid of you, let alone leave you." Xia Zhenai suddenly became a little helpless: "What are you worried about?"
Leng Haoxuan's eyes were dim and unclear, and he pursed his thin lips and didn't say anything.
Immediately afterwards, it was silent and depressing.
"Haoxuan, what happened?" The more calm he was, the more uneasy she made her feel that something bad would happen.
Leng Haoxuan raised his hand, gently stroked her hair, and whispered to comfort her: "It's okay, I won't let you have anything to do. I will try my best to cure your illness."
"I'm fine now, don't force yourself so tightly. It's not good to see you're working so hard." Xia Zhenai held his hand tightly: "Haoxuan, you must agree too."
Me, don't worry about you or not?"
Leng Haoxuan curled his lower lip: "Okay."
"No matter what happens, you have to tell me that we are husband and wife and we have to face it together."
"You have the final say, I will listen to you." Leng Haoxuan smiled lightly: "And, I only listen to you."
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night.
After dinner, Leng Haoxuan took Xia Zhenai back to his room to rest early.
He personally served her to take a shower, placed her on the big bed, and gently kissed her on her forehead, his voice hoarse: "Wait for me."
As he looked at his hot gaze, Xia Zhenai felt something, his cheeks turned red unnaturally, and he said something hesitantly.
Leng Haoxuan held his lips and couldn't wait to walk into the bathroom.
After a busy day, Xia Zhenai was really tired. She lazily held the quilt and turned over, closing her eyes heavily.
Not long after I closed my eyes, I vaguely heard the bathroom door being opened.
Not long after, there was a movement around her, and Leng Haoxuan fell asleep beside her.
Xia Zhenai still pretended to be asleep.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands reached over and hugged Xia Zhenai intimately from behind, rubbing her nose against her soft neck.
Smelling the scent of milk on her body, his heart couldn't help but tremble.
Turning his head and slowly dropping a kiss on her neck.