Drifting Towards You

She brought the toothbrush herself, but didn't dare to use his.

After taking a shower, Li Xiaoxiao turned over her nightdress and planned to change it on.

It's okay if you don't take it, but this one is taken aback.

A long cut was made on the side of the backpack before, but from this point of view, the knife was scratched even with the clothes.

A good nightdress was drawn out as a long one, because it was folded in the bag, it would open, and the fabric was lifted in several ways.

Li Xiaoxiao frowned, a little angry.

The thief is really hateful!

I turned over some of the clothes in the bag, and one of them was scratched, and only one was left to wear.

But the clothes are just tops, so it's not okay to wear them to sleep.

Li Xiaoxiao hesitated for a while, opened Si Mocheng's wardrobe, and took a look.

On one side of the wardrobe are a few sets of military uniforms, and on the other side are a few neat white shirts. A set of black cotton pajamas are stacked in the corner. Li Xiaoxiao unfolded and took a look. The long-sleeved lapel, very simple style.

She compared her clothes to herself. It was very long, not an inch above the knee, and not much shorter than a nightdress.

Thinking about this, she put the clothes on herself, looked in the mirror repeatedly and found it to be okay, so she decided to wear it like this first.

After Li Xiaoxiao turned on the air conditioner, the room became much warmer.

She waited for a long time, until the clock on the wall pointed to half past eleven, but Simo City still did not come back.

With heavy eyelids, Li Xiaoxiao shrank on the bed and pulled off the quilt.

She was really tired that day. After sitting in the car for so long and waiting outside for another day, she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, she fell asleep and didn't even turn off the lights.

When Si Mocheng came back, it was almost early in the morning.

Only after opening the door of the room, the light in the toilet was on.

He was stunned for a moment, and at a glance he saw the small bag bulging out of the bed, with a white and tender arm resting on the outside of the army green quilt, which became more and more white and shiny.

He was in a daze, thinking he was dazzled.

It wasn't until the door was closed gently that I realized that it was true.

Some of his clothes and socks were hung on the balcony, swaying with the wind, and the room was faintly scented, as if a snail girl had been here.

He stepped lightly and walked to the bed.

The little woman's slender eyelashes were hanging lightly, and she slept soundly. Half of her face was squeezed on the pillow, and her flesh was crushed and deformed.

She was very well-behaved, as if she was afraid of taking his place, so she only occupied a small space beside the bed, petite and soft, making his heart soft and messed up.

His eyes softened, and the light in the room was turned off, leaving only a small lamp beside the bed.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly, stared at her silently for a while, then took the clothes and turned to take a bath.

After more than ten minutes, he came out to dry his hair.

Only the sound of her even breathing in the room was inexplicably reassuring in the quiet night.

Si Mocheng tucked the corner of the quilt for her, sitting on the edge of the bed guarding her, his eyes gentle.

In a daze, Li Xiaoxiao opened her hazy eyes, and under the warm light, she saw a familiar face.

"Uncle..." she whispered.

"Well, go to sleep." He stretched out his hand and patted lightly, very gentle through the quilt.

Li Xiaoxiao didn't close his eyes immediately, a little confused as to where it was, looked at him in a daze and mumbled softly, "Am I bean sprouts?"

Si Mocheng was slightly startled, not knowing what was thinking in her mind.

Li Xiaoxiao's face blushed, and he closed his eyes in a daze, rolled over and muttered: "Lu Xiao said I am bean sprouts...so annoying..."