Chapter 387

Xi Muhan did not answer Yu Qiqi's question directly. He asked casually, "what about you, do you have a little bamboo horse?"

"No

Xi Muhan's hand holding the hair dryer was stiff for a while, and he asked repeatedly, "really not?"

"Well..."

Yu Qiqi frowned and searched his mind carefully.

In the past 15 years, there have been many boys around her, but few of them can stay.

Because those are not true.

Deep in the memory, it seems that there is a little boy, but the memory is too long. Yu Qiqi even suspects that the boy does not exist at all, but is her fantasy.

Immersed in thinking, she didn't see Xi Muhan's dark eyes staring at him, and there was a light of expectation in the bottom of her eyes.

He didn't even feel the sweat oozing from his hand holding the handle of the hair dryer.

Yu Qiqi shook his head

Xi Muhan was stunned for a moment, and the excitement surging in his chest shriveled like a deflated balloon.

Two simple words like a basin of cold water splashed on Xi Muhan's head, poured a cool heart into his heart, and his whole body was shivering with cold.

His figure is a little shaky. If it wasn't for his strong self-control, he might have fallen to the ground now.

The little girl he's been thinking about for ten years doesn't remember him at all.

This is a sad topic.

With a bitter smile, Xi Muhan put down the hair dryer and touched Yu Qiqi's head. "It's getting late. Go to bed!"

Yu Qiqi looked at Xi Muhan's lonely figure in a daze. His beautiful big eyes were suspicious.

"Brother Han, what's the matter with you?"

Why does the mood become very lost all of a sudden?

"Nothing." Xi Muhan lay on his side and said in a light voice, "maybe I'm a little tired."

Yu Qiqi tilted his head and blinked his big black and white eyes.

Is that so?

But why does she feel that brother Han seems to be angry?

The room fell into unprecedented silence, even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Xi Muhan lay on his side, his dark pupil was a little out of focus.

He didn't get angry with the little girl, but he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

On the one hand because the little girl forgot herself and feel lost, on the other hand because the little girl these years of love life blank and feel happy.

Two kinds of complex emotions are running in my mind. Xi Muhan doesn't know how to face the little girl, so he just lies here and tangles with himself.

Yu Qiqi was sitting on the big bed, looking at Xi Muhan, who was lying quietly on the ground and had fallen asleep. He was at a loss with a corner of the quilt in his little hand.

"Brother Han, are you asleep?"

Yu Qiqi didn't get a response. She picked her eyebrows and turned off the light in the room, leaving only a dim yellow night light.

She lifted the quilt, tiptoed out of bed, quietly came to Xi Muhan's back, squatted down.

After a long ideological struggle, Yu Qiqi made up his mind, bit his lower lip, stretched out his hand, and bit by bit lifted Xi Muhan's quilt.

Behind the quilt was opened a corner, warm and cool wind hit the back, Xi Muhan nerve a Lin, but did not stop the little girl's action.

One side of the pillow was pressed down, and his head moved back a little invisibly.

The soft little hand stretched out from behind him, Xi Muhan's body suddenly stiff, "seven seven..."