It seems that no one can enter him again...

At that moment, she felt that he was so far away from her. She was clearly in the place within reach, but when she reached out, she only caught a coldness in the air, as if there was something that could not be grasped.

Suddenly, Jing Qingge's steps froze slightly, and his body leaning against the door frame accidentally bumped, and the door panel made a slight sound.

"Clang---" sound.

Ji Yicheng looked back suddenly and frowned tightly the next second, and even the frown brows were so eager to print the word Sichuan.

She stood at the door of the room, her little body was wearing only thin pajamas, her clothes were clasped and messy wrinkles pressed by her sleep. Her white and tender feet were stomping on the floor, her toes were curled up slightly, as if she was uneasy, and she was also startled by the sound of her hitting the door. She looked at him timidly with a blank look between her eyebrows and eyes.

In just a moment, his heart became soft and soft. His chest, which was almost destroyed by the cold winter night, also surged with a warm tide, flowing through him.

...

When Jing Qingge came to her senses, the man who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room had already flashed and ran to her. He bent down and picked her up directly. His anger was filled with heartache.

"Why are you awake? You don't wear slippers in such a small amount?"

Jing Qingge's eyebrows trembled, her bright eyes fell and half drooped, a shimmering light of water spread out, her little hands tightly grasped his collar, and her voice was shattered,

"I have a nightmare...I can't find you."

Suddenly, Ji Yicheng's deep eyes shook slightly invisibly, and the tenderness in his chest turned into a stronger guilt. The gentle voice could almost drown a person, comforting her quietly.

"I'm sorry, I just went out and called Ye Da. I'm sorry, I'm not afraid..."

She still stared at him in a daze. She had a nightmare just now, dreaming about the scene when she was locked in the manor by Shi Ming. Shi Ming smiled coldly at her, and dreaming about the last words Shi Ming said to her.

He said,

The girl in the oil painting is called Xiaoqi...

Then she woke up, frightened to the point of sweat, her heart was cold and cold, but she found that he was not on the bed, so she hurriedly jumped out of the bed to find him.

...

At this moment, the whole person leaned softly on his chest, listening to the heartbeat that made him feel distressed, and hugged his neck tightly with his hands, his body full of his smell. The illusion that he seemed to be losing disappeared instantly, full of the sense of security he brought to her.

This man is hers.

From now to the future, it's all hers.

Back on the bed, he embedded her whole body into his arms, and the exhaled heat spread over her head, gently stroking the soft hair, giving her endless love, one after another.

Jing Qingge wrapped his little hand around his waist and hugged him tighter. His body curled up like a boneless cat. "Ji Yicheng, I want to turn off the lights."

Ji Yicheng was slightly stunned, and gently stroked her forehead with his jaw, "Okay." Then he reached out and turned off the desk lamp on the bedside table. The light orange light dimmed little by little, and finally went out, and the whole room fell into a quiet and darkness.

I could only clearly hear the sound of breathing that blended with each other, and could not tell who was who.
Chapter completed!