An Xiaxia woke up once in the middle of the night .
She had a bad habit of rolling around in her duvet and now saw that she had taken most of it on her side . Sheng Yize was only half-covered, but he still tried to tuck her in in his sleep .
Something stirred inside her and her heart melted .
She covered Sheng Yize with the duvet and watched him under the dim lamp light .
She took in his distinctive bone structure, his statuesque features, and that mesmerizing mole under his eye .
He almost looked too handsome to be real .
Something then swept over her and she moved closer to Sheng Yize, kissing him on his mouth .
The next second, a pair of big hands clasped around her waist and she heard his characteristic deep voice . “An Xiaxia, it’s inappropriate to steal kisses . ”
An Xiaxia was flustered, feeling as if she had been caught red-handed…
While doing something very shameful…
“Hm… when did you wake up?”
“Why, if I hadn’t woken up, were you going to do something else to me?” He kept his eyes closed, but there was a teasing tone in his voice .
An Xiaxia punched him, took all the duvet for herself, and slept in it .
Sheng Yize didn’t mind at all, for the weather was warm enough to sleep without a duvet . He simply pulled An Xiaxia into his arms like a little cushion .
“Do you have any other place that you want to go in particular?” He put his chin on her little head .
An Xiaxia didn’t understand the question . “Aren’t we in a nice place already? Why do we need to go somewhere else?”
Sheng Yize was silent for a moment before saying, “If you like it here, we’ll stay here . ”
An Xiaxia slowly fell asleep, still bewildered .
The next day .
After breakfast, Sheng Yize gave her a tour around the small town .
The town was not yet developed . The folk were simple and honest and the view was pleasant . It was an ideal place for convalescence .
The longer they stayed here, the more familiar it felt to An Xiaxia .
It was as if she had lived here once .
Could it be possible that the memories in her head were real and not her imagination?
Stealing a glance at Sheng Yize’s handsome profile, An Xiaxia clenched her fists .
On their way back home, they bought some groceries at the food market . Watching Sheng Yize choose the vegetables carefully in his jumper and sneakers, An Xiaxia found the scene almost unreal .
When they strolled back home, An Xiaxia rubbed her stomach and cried out that she was hungry . Just then, a person rose to her feet on the doorstep and greeted Sheng Yize in a melodious voice . “Brother Ah Ze!”
Sheng Yize frowned . She had indeed shown up .
An Xiaxia followed his eyes . Song Qingchen stood there gracefully and smiled her perfect smile .
“Brother Ah Ze, this is where we used to live… Aren’t you afraid that An Xiaxia will feel jealous living here?” Song Qingchen began to drive a wedge between them right away, looking less sure of herself than before .
An Xiaxia’s mood was spoiled right away . Sheng Yize asked indifferently, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just here to relive my past… I didn’t know you were here… with her…” Song Qingchen looked sad . “You didn’t even come back when grandma passed away…”
“Did you?” Sheng Yize’s smile was cold as ice . “I always wondered: why did you never come back? Grandma Song waited for you for so many years and what did you do? You didn’t even make a phone call . ”
Song Qingchen didn’t expect to give herself away like this . She stammered, but couldn’t think of anything to say . Sheng Yize then asked a sharper question .
“Song Qingchen, are you really Songsong?”