After cleaning up a little, he directly washed and tidied up, took off his pajamas, only wore shorts, and came in happily and anxiously.
Xia Siyu was still sleeping on her side after taking off her makeup. He opened the quilt and got in too. After thinking for a while, he moved closer to her. After thinking about it again, he moved her head to his shoulder, as if she was sleeping on her shoulder, and the two of them were very close.
This time, Xia Siyu finally didn't reach out to hug him or rub against him.
Bo Yan turned her head, and the dim bedside lamp cast a soft light on her face. Her face was now fresh and clean, without a trace of oil paint, but still stunningly beautiful.
He kissed her forehead gently, turned around and turned off the light, then moved his head towards her and pressed it against her forehead.
He is in love with her, not in love with her.
Holding her and cuddling with her, it seemed that the feeling of family that he was missing gradually emerged.
That was when he was very young, before his parents died unexpectedly, and he only had a few memories of a family of three left in his heart.
Apart from her, no one has given him this kind of family warmth for a long, long time.
**
Xia Siyu dreamed again.
She lived in Sicily when she was a child. Although she usually lived with her mother, occasionally her father would come from the country.
In fact, Xia Youbiao liked her very much, and he also liked his mother very much. Although her mother said she hated him and the Xia family even more, she was unwilling to return to China with him. But every time before he comes, my mother will dress up carefully and make her look beautiful.
She still remembers the happiest time at that time, when Xia Youbiao and her mother took her and their family of three went to the beach for vacation in the summer. Dad played with her in the sand, swam, and surfed together. He also let her ride a big horse, let her sit on his shoulders, and teased her by jolting her up and down, saying that this way the child would grow taller.
She didn't understand much at that time. During the day, Xia Youbiao played with her to the fullest. At night, she dragged her doll with her and insisted on sharing a bed with her father and mother. Xia Youbiao had no choice but to scratch her little nose, pick her up and let her sleep in the middle, holding her father's arm on the left side and leaning on her mother on the right side. She slept very contentedly.
Since then, she has especially liked to buy large toys, and she also likes to sleep with pillows at night.
But later, as she grew up, the conflict between her mother and the Xia family never eased. Xia Youbiao came often, but every time he came, his face looked more tired. She also gradually learned about the conflicts between her parents, the conflicts between her mother and the Xia family. Although she was still acting like a spoiled child, she was no longer as willful as she was when she was a child.
Only the habit of sleeping with a baby in her arms remained.
— Just like now.
Wait, before Xia Siyu opened her eyes, she pinched her hands subconsciously. It seemed that her hand was really holding an arm. But this arm. It seems different from the one I remember dad wearing. It is leaner, stronger, and slender.
And this smell is not like that of my parents. Why does it feel like Ba Yan
Xia Siyu was so frightened that she hurriedly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she was really shocked. She had thought correctly just now, the arm she was holding was indeed Bo Yan's arm. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts.
Moreover, the place she kicked that day seemed to be waking up...
(End of chapter)