The cold wind in the early morning blew open the curtains, and when Su Nuoan went out looking for a voice, Han Xichen had quietly walked behind her.
One of his hands gently placed on the top of her hair. This was a habit he had developed early on. The habit and tacit understanding between him and her were a sign of his doting on her.
Only in front of Han Xichen would Su Nuoan put down all his guard and show a pure and beautiful smile like an angel.
At this time, she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl, so innocent and carefree, with nothing to do with glamor and killing.
Although her whole body was in pain, she smiled at him, a smile that came from the heart: "Oh, Brother Han is so skilled, I didn't even notice how you walked in!"
Han Xichen also gave her a warm and humble smile, like a handsome gentleman or the prince charming in the fairy tale, and said softly to her: "That's because Xiao An only focused on bandaging his wounds and relaxed his vigilance in his room, so
I didn't hear a sound at all. My little An has always been great, and his auditory nerve is much sharper than other people's."
While he praised her, he carefully looked at her whole body.
When he realized that she was actually wearing another man's clothes, his warm eyes suddenly became cold.
Seemingly feeling that his eyes were focused on her for a long time, Su Nuoan then remembered that she hadn't had time to change out of her clothes! Oh my god, no! Brother Han wouldn't have misunderstood anything, right? Such an unbearable thing happened,
She was not willing to be frivolous and occupied by a strange man. Will he... dislike her?
Su Nuo'an began to worry. Han Xichen was like a warm myth in her life, a symbol of beauty and happiness in the future. She couldn't imagine that even the man who had healed her since she was a child would not want her anymore.
If we don't care about her anymore, what will her future be like? Or, in other words, does she still have a future like that? Does she still have the right to be happy? Who can give her happiness?
She couldn't express these worries at once, so her voice trembled a little. She slowly turned around, looked at the extremely handsome man in front of her with eyes as bright as stars, and called in a low voice: "...Brother Han, I..."
Just because she turned around, Han Xichen could see more clearly the blue-purple hickeys on her jade-white neck! As a result, his eyes became even deeper and colder...
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