Sweet, Although Short - Chapter 20

Ning Chan smiled with a curved lips, bright eyes and a bright smile, lighting up the dim living room.

Xia Yan’s eyes deepened.

Ning Can didn’t notice, he was full of rejoicing, thankful for his clever little head, and came up with such a good reason.

“Gogogo!” If Ning Can’s passion for work is shown to Ning’s father, he will probably be moved to tears.

Xia Yan returned to God and regretted it very much.

It doesn’t matter to love someone, it is really torture to love someone who has no heart or lungs.

And this heartless and dumb guy still remembers to eat or not to beat.

Ning Can followed Xia Yan to his study. As soon as he entered, he asked, “Where is the lamp?”

Before Xia Yan answered, the study light was half on.

Ning Can said rarely: “Smart home.” It seemed to be the same outside, but he hadn’t noticed before.

Xia Yan knew that he was afraid of ghosts and that he was sticking to himself. He simply turned on all the lights in the study, bright as daylight.

This greatly comforted Ning Can. His expression slowed down, and he finally didn’t feel the room was crowded!

“You are busy!” Ning Can said to him, “I don’t disturb you, I just watch in silence.”

“Yes.” Xia Yan didn’t really matter, but if she said she wanted to work, then work, and it was very distracting. In the past four years, he would work whenever he wanted to think of him.

Heavy and boring work can suppress the thoughts that have spread throughout the heart.

The study was so bright, Ning Can settled down and sat on the opposite sofa to eat fruit.

The horror movie was too terrible. He only ate a few cherries. Now he was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and eating deliciously.

From time to time, he looked up at Xia Yan. The reason was, of course, to make sure his compatriots were still there and not dragged away by ghosts.

He looked candid, and Xia Yan was seen sitting like a needle.

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As soon as I looked up, I saw his messy short hair, his white face, his red lips dyed by cherry, and his slender legs under his loose shorts …

Can’t concentrate at all.

Xia Yan, four years ago, did not break through the last window paper, and thought about it countless times.

He wants to be with Ning Can and to live with him.

I want to breathe the same air as him every second, I want to see him all the time, I want to keep him with me forever and forever.

He loves him.

He knew it as a teenager.

Unfortunately, Ning Chan didn’t know and didn’t love him.

Xia Yan looked down, staring at the document in her hand, all the dense letters on it became ‘Ning Can’, which was ingrained.

Why do you love someone so

Why love so much

Xia Yan couldn’t forgive himself for being so obsessed.

Ning Chan was bored after eating the fruit.

He looked at the time, it was already ten forty.

Xia Yan couldn’t sit still. He had to find a way to go through tonight … There is always a way. If I go on a business trip, I won’t see Ning Chan.

“It’s okay,” Xia Yan got up and said, “Go back to bed and sleep.”

Ning Can said he had come to study, but in the end only learned a cherries.

Now Ning Chan is not afraid, and he stands up and yawns with a fruit plate: “Good night.”

When he looked up, his slender neck shook under Xia Yan’s eyelids.

Xia Yan shifted her eyes, her voice was a little dumb: “Good night.”

Yes, really.

After tomorrow, they will no longer intersect.

Xia Yan thought so.

At one o’clock in the morning, Xia Yan, who was just about to fall asleep, heard the knock on the door.

“What’s wrong?” Xia Yan’s temples ached and got up to open the door.

What he saw was Ning Chan holding his pillow wide open.

At this moment, time seems to be going backwards.

The teenager who ran to his room to sleep in the middle of the night overlapped with the youth in front of him.

Ning Can couldn’t hold it anymore. When he returned to his house, he was scared into a dog. He felt so sleepy when he slept, and felt hairy when he slept.

Although it was broken four years ago, he still couldn’t resist the fear of ghostly forces and knocked on Xia Yan’s door.

Ning Chan barely smiled, and said almost: “That … I can come to you …”

Xia Yan’s head buzzed, and black eyes seemed to be burning in the middle of the night: “Ning Chan, what are you going to do?”