After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Zhuang Yan woke up hungry the next day.

He rubbed his hungry belly, only to find that there was no one around him.

Xie Ning woke up earlier than him, and came out of Zhuang Yan's arms lightly. Maybe Zhuang Yan was really tired, and he didn't wake up with such a big movement.

After Xie Ning finished dressing, he couldn't help but lower his head to describe Zhuang Yan's sleeping appearance.

Zhuang Yan looked very quiet with his eyes closed, he lacked the domineering look of the past, showing a bit of harmlessness.

Xie Ning reached out and touched Zhuang Yan's face.

Zhuang Yan knew nothing and was still asleep.

Xie Ning then became bolder, brushed his fingertips across his face, stroked his beautiful eyebrows, raised his nose, and stayed on his lips for a while.

Zhuang Yan seemed to notice something in his dream, and pursed his lips.

Xie Ning was startled, and abruptly withdrew his hand. Seeing that Zhuang Yan was still asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he remembered the tactile sensation just now, and blushed uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, Zhuang Yan didn't know about it.

After waking up, he brushed his hair and got out of bed to wash in the bathroom.

Both the towel and the toothbrush are new, the one that belongs to him has not been used yet, and the one next to it is Xie Ning's, both of the same style, but in a different color.

Xie Ning's is light-colored, while Zhuang Yan's is darker.

Two towels sit side by side on the clip, and two toothbrushes are also inserted into the same cup.

Zhuang Yan looked at it for a while, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

Based on his living habits, he didn't like mixing his own things with other people's, but if that person was Xie Ning, he felt that there was nothing unacceptable.

He is happy to put the two people's living utensils together, or share something.

It was a very intimate attitude, and he didn't mind.

When he went downstairs, Xie Ning was busy in the kitchen. He was wearing a beige home coat with a bear patterned apron on it, looking casual and homely.

Zhuang Yan walked over, hugged him from behind, and rested his head on his shoulder.

"I'm making lunch for you." Xie Ning was used to his hands and feet from time to time, and he wasn't as startled as he was at first, "Don't bother me."

If you can ignore his red ear tips, maybe this sentence will be more convincing.

Zhuang Yan laughed: "Lunch?"

"Yes." Xie Ning took the spatula and stir-fried the vegetables again, "You don't even need to check what time it is."

Zhuang Yan glanced casually, surprised: "It's so late."

"How long has it been since you had a good sleep?" Xie Ning's sleeves were rolled up and folded a few times, revealing his white wrists, and faint tattoos could be seen when his hands were shaking.

In the past, Xie Ning always covered his wrists tightly, but now he no longer has any worries, as if he has walked out of those pasts, and there is nothing to hide from others.

Zhuang Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Since you left, I haven't slept well."

Xie Ning: "No wonder I slept so long today, I made up for it all at once."

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and kissed him on the back of his neck, then let him go before Xie Ning got angry, and asked, "Do you need my help?"

Xie Ning thought about it, and directed Zhuang Yan to wash and cut the vegetables next to him.

Zhuang Yan chatted with him while washing: "You don't look like you have lived here before, and you have prepared so many ingredients at home?"

Xie Ning said, "No, I went out to buy it this morning."

Zhuang Yan paused, then turned to look at him: "Why don't you order takeaway?"

Xie Ning poured the fried vegetables into the plate and said, "You can't order takeaway every day, right?"

"You mean, will you live here for a long time?" Zhuang Yan put the washed vegetables into a clean basin, and he picked up a clean towel to wipe off the water stains on his hands.

Xie Ning pursed his lips.

He seemed a little nervous, approached Zhuang Yan slowly, and asked in a low voice: "Then are you willing to live here with me forever?"

After a few seconds, he couldn't wait for Zhuang Yan's response.

Xie Ning lowered his head and said, "If you still prefer to live in the lakeside villa, I..."

He couldn't speak the second half of the sentence because his lips were blocked by another soft thing.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help pulling him over, and kissed him for a long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

"I'm just... overwhelmed with joy."

Xie Ning raised his eyes to look at him, and was bumping into Zhuang Yan's deep eyes, where there was light shining like countless little stars.

He said: "As long as I live with you, I am willing."

After eating, they went to the hospital again.

When he arrived, Uncle Zhong was turning Mr. Xie over and patting his back to prevent pressure sores from poor blood circulation caused by lying down for a long time.

"You guys are here." Seeing them, Uncle Zhong asked happily, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Xie Ning nodded and said, "I've eaten."

Uncle Zhong asked again: "Is there any good food, did you spit it out after eating?"

As a person with a criminal record, Xie Ning felt a little guilty when asked by Uncle Zhong, especially in front of Zhuang Yan.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yan answered for him: "It's delicious, I didn't spit it out."

He clasped Xie Ning's wrist, smiled at Uncle Zhong, "I'm watching."

Uncle Zhong looked at him, then at Xie Ning, and smiled gratifiedly on Xie Ning's slightly red face.

At night, Xia Wan brought Song Qingqing back again.

Seeing Zhuang Yanshi who was tired of being with Xie Ning, her expression changed a few times, but recently Xie Ning's attitude towards her was extremely cold, she opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

Her complexion was still not very good, Song Qingqing helped her to sit in the lounge next to her for a while.

Xia Wan held Song Qingqing's hand, her expression a little dazed.

There was unconcealable sadness in her voice: "Isn't it all going to get better? Why did it become like this again?"

Seeing her like this, Song Qingqing suddenly didn't know how to comfort her.

She sometimes felt that Xia Wan was not unaware of the scene she did with Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan, but she didn't ask anything, still immersed in the illusion.

She was still as good to Song Qingqing as ever, but it was this sincere kindness that Song Qingqing couldn't bear to completely abandon her.

"Aunt Xia." Song Qingqing said, "If you want, you can treat me as your daughter from now on."

……

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

A few days after Zhuang Yan came back, Mr. Xie woke up.

The afternoon sun was very good, Xie Ning opened the curtains of the ward to let the sun shine in.

Mr. Xie likes to bask in the sun very much. In his words, bathing in the sun will make people feel warm and comfortable.

Xie Ning closed the curtains and returned to the armchair next to the hospital bed.

This position originally belonged to Uncle Zhong, but this afternoon Uncle Zhong was driven back to rest by Xie Ning.

Now that Xie Ning has completely forgotten his past bad habits, he persuaded him to go back because Uncle Zhong slept in the hospital for several days and didn't have a good rest.

After sitting in the armchair, Xie Ning picked up the book beside the bed, opened it, and read to Mr. Xie slowly.

"...that rose of mine which an ordinary passer-by would think her to be like you. But she alone is more important than all of you, because she is the one I water. Because she is the one I put in the veil. Because I protected her with a screen. Because I exterminated the caterpillars on her body. Because I listened to her complaints and self-praise, and sometimes I even listened to her silence. Because..."

"...because she is my rose."

When the hoarse and slow voice sounded, Xie Ning's hands trembled for an instant, and the book fell on his lap.

He raised his head suddenly, and saw Mr. Xie on the hospital bed opened his eyes for some reason, and was staring at him.

Xie Ning was stunned for several seconds, staring fixedly at Mr. Xie, speechless for a long time.

"Your grandma loved to hear me read "The Little Prince" to her when she was alive." Because he just woke up, Mr. Xie spoke much slower than before, with a bit of dryness, "Listening to you reading to me now, on the contrary I kind of miss it."

Xie Ning reached out and held Mr. Xie's hand, it was warm.

His eye sockets turned red inexplicably.

Mr. Xie said, "Why do you look like you're about to cry? Are you worried that I'm going to find your grandma?"

Xie Ning responded in a low voice, then shook his head after a while: "No."

"I miss your grandma very much." Mr. Xie said, "I really want to see her, but I can't bear you either."

Xie Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Mr. Xie looked at him: "My two grandsons, I haven't seen them get married yet, so why are they willing to leave like this?"