Drifting Towards You

Li Xiaoxiao didn't look away from him, and whispered softly: "I...that's it..."

Her voice was soft, like a cloud in the sky, innocent and sincere.

Simocheng slowly lowered his eyes, held in a stalemate for a few seconds, then suddenly turned over and left, and immediately wrapped her in a quilt.

"Don't move here."

When the words fell, without waiting for Li Xiaoxiao's response, he turned his head and went into the bathroom again.

Listening to the sound of splashing water, Li Xiaoxiao stared at the ceiling thinking wildly.

Why does she feel that her uncle is a little bit pitiful.

But she can't help it.

Women are always inevitable.

After more than twenty minutes, Simocheng came out of the bathroom with a cold air.

At a glance, I saw the little thing on the bed wrapped in cicada pupa, really motionless, staring at the ceiling, thinking wildly.

There was a slight smile on his eyes, and he walked over to the bed and looked at her condescendingly.

"Comfortable?" he asked in a low voice.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't know, so she looked at him with flickering eyes.

Si Mocheng's cheeks softened, and he said warmly: "Sleep like this if you feel comfortable."

Immediately, he turned off the light and went to bed, lying on the edge of the bed.

Li Xiaoxiao lay like a silkworm chrysalis for a long time, listening to his even breathing on his side, a little dissatisfied.

Why doesn't he hold her?

Slowly took his arm out of the quilt, and kicked out a slender calf, then squeezed it into his arms, and then looked at him with his head up.

Si Mocheng tapped her head and covered her with the quilt.

Then a kiss was gently dropped on her forehead: "Sleep."

"You hold me..." Li Xiaoxiao pressed to his chest and said dissatisfiedly.

Si Mocheng was silent for a while, slowly holding her in his arms.

Li Xiaoxiao was satisfied, but she didn't feel sleepy. After all, she didn't go to bed early, but when Simocheng was there, she looked at her strictly.

"Simocheng, why do you like me?" Li Xiaoxiao still couldn't help asking.

Si Mocheng's voice was calm and low: "Like is like, need a reason?"

Li Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and thought so.

After being honest for a while, she moved and couldn't help asking again: "Then when did you start to like me?"

Si Mocheng slowly opened his eyes in the dark night and thought about it.

When did you start to like it?

He can't remember either.

I only remember her pitiful appearance when her mother and grandfather wanted to send her away when they knew her identity.

I remember that she followed his **** in a croissant braid and asked him why he called him uncle.

I remember that when she grows up as a girl, she always attracts the entanglement of those bastards.

I remember that she always reluctantly said that she would miss him every time he went out on a mission.

Emotional matters are never clear.

He knew that when she was being coveted more and more, his heart was surging with jealousy.

He wanted to keep her by his side forever and give her everything better.

Think about it if one day she was with another man, he didn't know what he would do.

It wasn't until Li Xiaoxiao thought he would not answer that he heard his low voice in his ears.

"When I didn't know it myself."

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned, turned over and stood up to look at him, watching him softly said, "I don't want to leave you."

Simocheng's black eyes looked straight at her, and gently pinched her small chin: "You have to ask me if you want to go."

Li Xiaoxiao gently kissed his chin, the touch of stubble was different.

She lay back in his arms and whispered, "I will protect you well."