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There was only a middle-aged nanny with a kind face taking care of him.

The room was clean.

Clean as a germaphobe.

Han Sifeng finally saw his sister's photo. It was gentle and pleasant, with a peaceful smile in her clear eyes. It was like a large field of dancing gardenia, pure white and sweet.

Han Sifeng very attentively helped the nanny prepare a sumptuous dinner. After eating it, he stood still in his study.

Most of them were medical books. Since ancient times, they had been arranged in a thick line on the bookshelves.

"Xiao Yin," Han Sifeng looked at the medical books and said softly, "I'm going back."

"Sure."

"In the future …" Tell me what you want to eat. " Han Sifeng forced himself not to look at him and continued.

"Alright."

"If you're not feeling well in the future, don't go to class. Be obedient and stay home to recuperate. I'll come and see you." Han Sifeng was afraid that if he turned around and saw that young man's face, he would feel extremely sad.

"Alright."

"Xiao Yin, you have to wait for me … "We'll grow together." Han Sifeng held back his tears and continued.

"Alright."

"I will become a good doctor. You have to wait for me." Han Sifeng swore to herself that she would enter the best medical academy to treat Xiao Yin.

"Alright."

"Then I'll be going." Han Sifeng put the book back in place, bit his lips and said softly.

This time, Lil 'Yin didn't reply in a clear and simple manner. He held Han Xifeng gently from behind.

Han Sifeng's heart, which had been brimming with tears all this time, was softly embraced by him and immediately flowed out from his eyes.

"If the face is gray and purple then the expression is indifferent. This is the face of a late stage heart attack." Luo Di Yin whispered into the girl's ear, "Feng, sometimes I feel like I don't know how to laugh anymore, and the expression on my face is getting more and more indifferent … I'm scared. "

He didn't just want an expression.

However, it was so difficult … They were the same as the young girls and boys, showing off their happiness, anger, and sorrow to the fullest.

Han Sifeng bit his lips, turned around and hugged him, and broke into tears.

"Don't cry," he comforted her in a low voice as he gently patted her back. "I'm already very happy."

"But …" "But …" Han Sifeng cried until he couldn't speak.

She didn't want to lose Xiao Yin. She didn't want to say goodbye …

"Do you know? I'm more afraid of your tears than of these illnesses, so don't cry, okay? " Le Dian Yin gently wiped away the tears on Han Xifeng's face. With a bright smile, he said, "I've been walking alone most of my life. I'm already very happy to meet you."

"If I stop crying, will time stop?" Han Sifeng asked in a choked voice as he wiped away his tears.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "What a pity. It's just that my love is shallow."

Shallow Love...

Shallow Love...

His heart felt like it had been pierced by a dense and continuous needle. He had never felt such pain before.

Han Sifeng returned home with bloodshot eyes. He was so depressed that he didn't notice that Han Muyun wasn't home.

Lying on the bed, Han Sifeng recalled the scenes of when they first met.

When they first met, his smile and voice were clear and bright, like a blooming white lotus, pure and clean.

When they met again, his smile was gentle and his eyes were filled with joy and happiness …

Occasionally, he would be like a child, occasionally, he would be wise in a way that would cause others to be amazed. The only thing that didn't change was his smile.

Gentle like jade, her smile even more beautiful than the spring breeze.

His fingers tightened, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed.

"Little Bunny be good, open the door …" His phone suddenly rang.

Han Sifeng quietly laid on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

His phone continued to ring. After a long while, Han Sifeng picked it up with a blank look on his face.

"Little White, why did you take so long to pick up the phone?" It was Xiao Yun's phone call, but Liu Zihui's voice was heard, "Your beloved younger brother, do you still want to bring him back?"

"Xiao Yun?" Han Sifeng suddenly sat up. She was so upset that she forgot about Han Muyun.

"Although I don't mind him staying over with me, he's got a temper right now. He can't even touch me, it's really hot." Liu Zihui sighed and said in disappointment, "Such a good opportunity but …"

"Where are you?" Han Sifeng immediately interrupted Liu Zihui, picked up his coat, and quickly walked towards the door.

"Forget it, don't come over. I'll get someone to send him back." Liu Zihui said faintly, "If this guy's face and temper are proportional, then I won't let him go even if I kill him tonight!"

It was a pity that Han Muyun was so angry that he was even scarier than a devil. If he did not get someone to take over, Liu Zihui's head would explode.

"I won't trouble you. I'll go get him." Han Sifeng changed his shoes and said worriedly, "Let me talk to him for a bit."

"He's very drunk right now. If you have anything to say, just say it to me." Liu Zihui seemed to be smoking, and Han Sifeng heard the sound of her blowing smoke rings.

"Where are you? I'll go right now. " Being with that unhealthy girl made Han Sifeng even more worried.

"I already said that you don't need to come, just wait at the door." Liu Zihui said indifferently and hung up the phone.

Han Sifeng looked at the screen of his phone. It was a picture of Han Muyun.

He was the one who had set up the screen for her. He was not allowed to change the screen as he pleased. He had always been this domineering.

Even though he was overbearing and willful, deep in his heart, he still treated him as his most beloved and wanted to protect him.

However, as he grew older, he buried his love in his heart and didn't know how to express it.

Han Sifeng stood downstairs with his hands in his pockets as he paced back and forth anxiously.

Winter had come.

Han Sifeng exhaled as he raised his head to look at the night sky, a trace of regret flitting across his heart.

Xiao Yun looked terrible this afternoon, so she should have stopped him.

He hadn't come back to cook dinner that night, and he hadn't called him. He must have been angry.

Han Sifeng squatted on the steps of the flowerbed and counted the autumn chrysanthemums in it. He could only hope that nothing would happen to him.

A taxi came in from the entrance and stopped in front of the building.

Han Sifeng hurriedly stood up. The window of the taxi didn't roll up, so when the driver turned on the lights to charge her the fare, she clearly saw the extremely familiar Han Muyun in the back seat.

Under the headlights, he was hugging Liu Zihui tightly, his body entwined.

The driver turned on the lights and spoke to Liu Zihui.

Liu Zihui pushed Han Muyun away from her neck with all his might, opened the car door, and before she could even speak to Han Sifeng, she was pulled in by Han Muyun. She hugged her tightly and pressed her down like crazy, probably kissing her face.

Because her back was facing Han Sifeng, she couldn't clearly see how intimate she was. She could only feel her face turn hot, and her originally cold hands and feet seemed to be on fire.

He really wanted to look away from the two people in the car, but his brain seemed to have short circuited and his body couldn't move. He just foolishly looked at the two people who were intimate with each other.

"Your elder sister is here, don't be like this …" Liu Zihui gasped for breath as he leaned against Han Muyun and glanced at the frozen Han Sifeng beside the car. "What are you still standing there for? Quickly pull him down."

"Oh." When his primordial spirit finally returned to him, Han Sifeng hurriedly went to the door on the other side and pulled Han Muyun off the carriage with half a hand.

Indeed, he had drank too much. The smell of the wine all over his body pressured her to the point that she could not move a single step.

"Thank you …" Before Han Sifeng could finish thanking Liu Zihui, the taxi started moving, only seeing her seductive smile and waving right hand in the window.

"Xiao Yun, slow down." Han Muyun almost pulled her down as he staggered.

Han Sifeng frowned, clenched his teeth and finally helped him go home.

He was more tired than after running 3000 meters. By the time Han Sifeng helped him onto the sofa, he was already exhausted.

"I'll get you a towel and wipe your face." Han Sifeng tried his best to break his grip on my arm and said patiently, "Xiaoyun, let go, I'll be right back."

It was as if Han Muyun couldn't hear what she said as he looked at her elegant face in a daze, while flames slowly flickered in his eyes.

This kind of gaze...

Han Sifeng shuddered slightly and continued saying, "Can I pour some water for you?"

Han Muyun still didn't say anything, but reached out with his other hand to caress her soft and tender face.

As if he was electrocuted, Han Sifeng immediately retreated, panic rising in his heart. What did he want?

The look in her eyes that she could not understand was like something she had seen before, frightening.

Han Muyun was lying down on the sofa. His left hand grabbed Han Sifeng's arm and gently pulled, while his right hand suddenly reached behind her head and pressed down.

Without warning, Han Sifeng's nose touched his straight nose.

Han Muyun's eyes were so bright that no one dared to look into them. The drunk feeling from the chaos inside had completely disappeared.

There was only a small flame that was burning bigger and bigger, as if it was going to burn her together.

"Little... "Ugh …"

Just as Han Sifeng was about to speak, Han Muyun's left hand suddenly wrapped around her waist. His right hand exerted a bit of force, and she pressed her lips against his.

Everything was blocked.

Han Sifeng's eyes widened as he looked at Han Muyun's handsome face that was close to a hair's breadth away. Was this a mistake?

Or an illusion?

It felt like a moment of silence, or a century had passed. Han Si Feng finally regained his senses and struggled in panic — Xiao Yun must have made a mistake, she was not Liu Zihui.

However, Han Muyun didn't give Han Sifeng the slightest chance to catch his breath.

He turned around and rolled off the sofa onto the carpet, almost crushing Han Sifeng to death.

Han Sifeng didn't even have time to cry out in pain before his lips covered hers again, accurately biting hers.

"Ah …" Han Si Feng felt a stream of sweet liquid flowing into his mouth and couldn't help but exclaim softly.

As expected … A vampire?

Bite her again!

Before Han Sifeng could even say the word "pain", he felt Han Muyun's soft tongue reach in and wildly sweep across her mouth, asking for it with an unknown exhaustion.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled her head and she went limp, as if she had been hit in the nervous system.

This... What had happened? Was it a nightmare?

Han Sifeng's consciousness seemed to have disappeared. He couldn't muster up any strength as he widened his eyes in disbelief as he allowed his younger brother to plunder.