Five years later, she surprised the world with her Zaizai

Bo Shiyan carried Ning Nuannuan to the bed but did not let go.

His hand gently brushed her cheek, and he clearly touched the traces of wet tears: "Sitting on the floor drinking in the winter, you are deliberately trying to catch a cold and make me feel bad, right?"

Ning Nuannuan drank a lot of wine.

The pain of losing a child was like being wrapped in a cocoon, and she had always kept it well hidden by herself.

Today, the thread was unintentionally pulled, the cocoon was peeled off, and her pain poured out without warning.

She is actually not as strong as she looks.

Living so strongly is just because I want to protect my fragile self in the past.

She was so drunk that she couldn't quite hear what the man said. A pair of soft little hands tightly grasped the hem of his shirt, and she whimpered like a kitten: "I'm sorry..."

Bo Shiyan thought he had hurt Ning Nuannuan, and she subconsciously apologized to herself.

"I'm just worried that you'll catch a cold. I'm not trying to discipline you. Just be careful next time." Bo Shiyan thought for a while and added, "If you like drinking on the floor, I'll ask Uncle Guan and the others to spread blankets on the floor. "

Ning Nuannuan's answer to Bo Shiyan was still "I'm sorry".

"Why do you say sorry?"

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't be so soft...weak..." Ning Nuannuan's small hands grasped the hem of Bo Shiyan's clothes, her almond-shaped eyes slightly opened and she said, "Before the sun rises tomorrow, let me be weak again! Tomorrow I will It’ll be fine!”

"How can I help you?"

"It's... useless..." Ning Nuannuan waved her hand, her almond-shaped eyes misty, "Now... it's too late now."

Bo Shiyan didn't know what to do. All he could do now was hold the little girl in his arms tightly.

Ning Nuannuan was tired from crying and drank too much, so she fell asleep in Bo Shiyan's arms.

There were still tears remaining on his face.

Bo Shiyan's hand gently caressed her little face.

What made this little girl's strategic wisdom possible was not only her talent, but also the hardships she had suffered in the past.

Heartbreak is the most difficult to heal. He never wanted to force her to open the wound to show him. He just wanted to protect her when she was in pain.

Just like this at this moment.

Bo Shiyan leaned forward and placed a restrained and affectionate kiss on Ning Nuannuan's lips.

Ning Nuannuan seemed to feel the warmth around her and leaned against his chest, absorbing the man's body temperature.

this night.

Bo Shiyan and Ning Nuannuan hugged each other tightly, and they didn't know who relied on whom, and who saved whom.

By morning.

Ning Nuannuan slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the man's strong chest, and she subconsciously touched it twice with her little hands.

"As a medical student, you should know that men don't flirt with you in the morning, right?"

"I...I didn't flirt with you..."

Ning Nuannuan wanted to take her little hand back, but Bo Shiyan's palm held it tightly: "What was this little hand doing just now?"

Ning Nuannuan couldn't say the words 'touch you', so she could only lower her eyes to hide her embarrassment.

It was obvious that she was no longer an inexperienced child, but her youthfulness and delicateness made him more and more fascinated by her.

"Would you like to touch something more exciting?" The man's voice was hoarse.

In fact, when I hugged her last night, I wanted to do something, but I felt sorry for her, so I tried my best to restrain myself all night long. The few times my little hand touched his chest in the morning made his throat swell.

He obviously had strong self-control, but when it came to Ning Nuannuan, it was all in vain.

Knowing where the man wanted her to touch, Ning Nuannuan glared at him with half shame and half anger: "No!"

The more she couldn't do it, the more it aroused Bo Shiyan's desire to conquer. He turned over and pressed her under him.

"Bo Shiyan, you..."

“If you don’t want to use your hands, then use them somewhere else.”

As soon as the words fell, Bo Shiyan sealed them with a kiss, blocking all her protests.