C58

You like me, don't you?

I looked at the man in front of me and felt myself soften.

I know my personality. Bullying me, framing me, scolding me for beating me up is not enough to defeat me, but if you really pay me back sincerely, then I will really collapse.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

He reached out to help me up and sat with me on his lap, his hands flailing to wipe away the tears. His fingers were cold, and they felt cold and itchy against my face. Reluctantly, I pursed my lips and avoided his hand. Then I put my arms around his neck and held him in my arms, my chin on his shoulder.

Tears and snot were all smeared on his expensive suit jacket.

Mu Huainan lightly patted my back as his deep yet soft voice sounded by the side of his ears, carrying a thick amount of love and love.

"Are you afraid to sleep alone?" He smiled and rubbed the corner of his mouth against my face, tickling me gently. "It's cold outside. Let's go in and sleep. I'll accompany you."

He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the ward. He laid me gently on the bed and stood looking down at me with a gentle expression on his face.

After a while, he suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.

"Is Weeping the only skill you can use to resist me?"

In the faint halo, with a joyous joke, he accidentally flowed into the river of my memories.

It seemed, all those years later, that my mother was the only one who was so kind and considerate to me, the old courtyard, the cicadas chirping, the dim yellow light, and then the sound of my mother washing vegetables in the kitchen, the sound of the water rushing past my ears and wetting the corners of my eyes.

This was probably my only childhood, my only memory of a warm day and night.

At that time, there were also some people who would hold me in their hands like a princess and hold me in their hearts as if I were a treasure.

I didn't think anyone would do this to me.

But the person in front of me, even though he disliked my tears, he still couldn't bring himself to do it. He sat beside me and helped me wipe my tears, over and over again.

"What happened? Why are you crying?"

He may have been frightened, but his eyes, sad and calm, were in a state of disarray, and the long, cold fingers that had commanded so many international conferences were shaking over and over again on my cheek.

I looked at him and saw that he was on par with me.

What would he think if I told him that I was crying, not because I was sad, but because of the accusation that he had taken my things from me?

He would ask me if he had taken anything from me.

Well, I wouldn't tell him it was my loneliness that was taken away.

Turning to the side, I burst out in laughter.

Mu Huainan was a little lost in thought. His eyelashes trembled, but he heaved a sigh of relief.

"You little girl."

"Uncle Huainan." My voice was hoarse and nasal. My hand slipped out of the quilt and grabbed his fingers.

"Right."

"When you're old, I'll definitely honor you well."

He laughed. "Don't wait for me to get old and still need to help you deal with this mess while holding onto my old bones."

I pouted, not convinced. "Humph! "Don't look down on me!"

Mu Huainan looked at me deeply and lightly. That gentleness that could be obtained was like the softness of feathers, inadvertently provoking the struggle and conviction that I had accumulated for so long.

I heard something inside of me rustle and fall.

I couldn't help but crawl out from under the blanket, and then I crawled out from the other side, near Mu Huainan's side, and shamelessly climbed onto his leg to rest my head on it.

He smiled, his eyes filled with love.

Mu Huainan reached out and pulled me into his embrace, kissed my forehead and said softly, "I've never seen you be this sticky."

I curled my upper body against his chest, and he kissed me on the neck again.

The warmth of the man's hand caressed his skin. It was a little itchy, and he wanted to avoid it.

He held me tighter.

Suddenly, Mu Huainan opened his mouth and muttered softly in a voice that could not be described as soft on a night like this.

"An An, let me raise you, okay?"

Stunned, I couldn't help but look up at him from his arms.

His eyes were still deep and dark. Even under the dim light, his eyes were still as beautiful as ever when they fell into the deep halo.

I kept my head down again. I didn't say anything, but my heart was wrinkled and a little sour. He said this for the second time. If I was to be raised by him, I wouldn't have to pay back his money and didn't have to work so hard. I could only rely on this man for my entire life.

Even though I really wanted to rely on him for this moment, my mind warned me not to.

Even though I knew he was nice to me, he was still a complicated, unpredictable man. I didn't know his background, and I still hadn't fully touched his face, so I couldn't just give him the rest of my life.

What I want is to be his most important helper. I want him to really need me, work or something.

I can't rely on his love to act as he pleases. There will be a time when he will leave, but the moment I decide to rely on him, I won't be able to regret it.

Human nature is always lazy. If I don't work hard, I'll never finish.

I shook my head.

"I want to be a useful person, I can't always rely on you. Look, you've helped me this time. Next time, you can't help me forever."

He touched my head.

"I just can't."

I already owe him too much.

"I will work hard to return it to you."

I swear it softly, and suddenly I hear his voice, low and forgiving, chuckling in my ear.

"Alright."

He moved his hand and put it around my waist, suddenly feeling hot.

It was rare for his hands to get so hot.

Unconsciously, my face is also a little hot, a lot of heat.

An idea suddenly cropped up in my mind, and even I was shocked by it

He gave me good, I need to pay him back little by little.

Gritting my teeth, I raised my head and called out to him. "Uncle Huainan."

Her voice was hoarse.

He had been leaning against my forehead, squinting slightly, when I called out, and he opened his eyes.

Four eyes met, and I leaned into his arms again, a little apprehensive. Our bodies were stuck together like this, I was soft, he was hard.

It was as if someone had lightly strummed the string in the dark night.

"Uncle Huainan, do you like me?"

I asked him suddenly.

Mu Huainan could not help but be taken aback.

Then, the hand around my waist suddenly felt a little more strength, and leaned over to kiss me again, a little more painfully.

I did not resist, did not struggle, let him kiss me, bite me. If that makes him happy, it's the only reward I can give him at the moment.

I have to do something about my debt, which is growing bigger and bigger like a snowball.

Since he likes me, it doesn't matter if I sacrifice myself like this.

Anyway, I'm not a clean girl.

Halfway through his kiss, he suddenly released me. A pair of black pupils stared at me, captivating my soul. My heart was beating so hard that my body was about to reach its limit. My face was flushed red to my ears.

"An'an." His low and hoarse voice echoed in his ears, carrying helplessness and love. "You're still young."

"Seventeen." I reminded him that I was almost there, eighteen years old, always on the tip of my tongue.

Mu Huainan rolled over and kissed me again, pressing me down heavily. The strength of the man came so suddenly that my body trembled in fright. In the next second, I calmed down, but I was still perturbed.

I didn't know what to do.

This decision was so sudden that I wasn't even prepared for it.

So he came.

It's too late to regret it. I don't think I can regret it either. I owe him this.

Suddenly, Mu Huainan grabbed my hand and said: "This, huh."

I didn't understand what he meant.

He looked at me and then smiled, his smile soft and gentle, with an infinite amount of love.

I was startled and suddenly understood what he meant. My face instantly flushed red and my ears started to boil.

That night, I seemed to have seen another Mu Huainan who was different from the usual one.

It was a little fragile, and a little sensitive.

He kept kissing me, from my hair to my forehead, from my cheek to my neck.

Unlike their usual intimacy, this was a man kissing a woman.

He had tried his best to be gentle, but it was all with his own thoughts. He was a little tough, and there was a little bit of a rogue mixed in.

I lay on his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat. I watched the light on the platform go off behind him, and the room went dark. He carefully shielded the back of my head and carefully rubbed a few inches into the blanket.

As he continued, his kiss never stopped.

Each time was hotter and hotter than the last. Each time was hotter and hotter than the last.

My head hurt a little, and just like that, I was held by him, pressed against his firm chest, tight and hot. I felt that the man in front of me felt like his soul had been changed, that he was a little hot, that he was no longer that cold.

I felt his change and watched him as he took off his disguise. His original appearance.

His body trembled a little. He was as helpless as a helpless child. His body trembled a little, and his breathing became hurried. He was panicked and short of breath.

In such a bustling night, I don't know how long he kissed me, long enough for me to feel sleepy, pillow on his shoulder, just like this slowly, drowsy.

In my sleep, someone seemed to brush my slightly unkempt hair, and someone else was touching my cheek carefully.

Soft, soft, and lingering.

Unprepared, I moved closer to the warm spot and hugged it, then locked it up and curled it into a comfortable position.

A dreamless night.