Landing On My Heart

“Are you so stingy?” Zheng You’an twitched the corners of her mouth, “Then I’ll directly ask, Brother Yan’an, do you like me?”

The voice fell, and there was a long silence in the room.

Zheng You’an faintly felt that Yan’an’s breathing was a little unsteady.

“Say something.”

“Little An’an.” He called her as he did when they were still a child, “Otherwise, why do you think I came all the way to this ghost place?”

Zheng You’an swallowed her saliva: “I have a fever, and my brain is not very good. You can be more direct.”

“Yes, I like you.”

She looked into Yan’an’ eyes and looked at them carefully. It took her a long time to settle the words into her heart.

As expected, Zheng You’an had a fever and she felt a little dizzy.

Oh, this tank called love, whoever hits it will be shocked.

She quickly closed her eyes and said: “I will go to sleep.”

“Okay, just sleep.”

Yan’an stretched out his arm around her and leaned his chin against her neck. “And listen to my words when you are sleeping.”

“We are already married, and I never thought about divorcing you casually. Besides, I am not too young anymore. I have gone through my young and frivolous time already, so don’t toss me anymore. Let’s have a good life.”

“Oh.”

“Then, we’ll go home when we get well?”

“Oh.” Zheng You’an nodded slightly, “Well, let’s make do with it then. Divorce or something like that, we can’t do it anyway, right?”

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They both slept on the plane the day they went back.

It was just ten o’clock at night when they got home. There’s no more jet lag, but they are also very tired.

So they continued to lie on the bed.

Zheng You’an didn’t know where she should put her eyes, so she looked around and saw a box on the bedside cabinet.

“What is this?”

She picked it up and looked at it.

Yan’an looked at her with a smile.

When the box was opened, Zheng You’an frowned.

“Whose necklace is it? It’s covered with jewels all over. So vulgar.”

Yan’an: “…”

He picked up his iPad at hand and turned over two pages. “I don’t know. It may have been left by the cleaning aunt.”

After another long silence, Zheng You’an changed from sitting to lying down and shrunk into the quilt.

“Then, I will go to sleep first?”

Yan’an reached out and turned off the light, “Good night.”

Zheng You’an looked at him in the dark and suddenly realized, could it be that the necklace just now was a birthday gift from Yan’an?

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Then… Then, what she said just now, is really not good.

Zheng You’an cautiously reached out and poked Yan’an’s wrist.

Yan’an turned his head to the side and looked at Zheng You’an’s eyes that were as bright as a deer.

Very beautiful, and also very cute.

But he remained unmoved and turned back expressionless.

“I won’t do it.”

“Otherwise, you’ll run away again tomorrow”

“……？”

Zheng You’an’s heart that was filled with pink bubbles burst at this moment.

“Who is going to do it with you?!” Zheng You’an pulled the quilt hard and turned her back to him. “You are the one who had your brain burned by fever!”

Yan’an groaned softly, put down the things in his hand and leaned over.

“Then, are we doing it?”

The hazy moonlight infiltrated mottledly, only illuminating Yan’an’s eyes.

His breath was shallow, but it scorched Zheng You’an’s face when it brushed past her.

This is the first time that they had such an inquiry process before they are going to do the matter between husband and wife.

Zheng You’an didn’t know how to answer, so she just turned her face away slightly.

Yan’an lowered his head and kissed her cheek lightly.

“Will you run away again tomorrow morning?”

“No… running away… Umm…”

The night is as calm and gentle as water.

Zheng You’an’s eyes are blurred, and the person in front of her becomes both real and fake.

Her chin was caught, and the breath around her ears was burning.

“Little An’an, you have never called me husband, right?”

“Hmm…” Zheng You’an reached out and hugged his waist, “Husband.”