Sweet, Although Short - Chapter 25

Xia Yan: “…”

Ning Chan was dumbfounded, he stammered: “I didn’t lie to you, I really, really have been in these four years …”

Xia Yan smiled, the haze in her eyes was completely emptied, and her expression was all the tenderness of a teenager: “I know.”

Ning Chan would not lie about such things. If it wasn’t true, he wouldn’t say that he couldn’t.

This is a man who is scared by ghost films and trembles hugging his pillow and refuses to admit that he is afraid of ghosts.

Ning Chan breathed a sigh of relief, and then bowed his head, whispering, “How suddenly it’s all right, it’s strange.”

Xia Yan didn’t dare to look at him. He arranged his clothes and said, “It’s not early, go to bed.”

Ning Can watched him: “sleep together”

Xia Yan: “Yes.” His voice fluttered softly, like his body at this time.

Speaking of sleeping together, I’m afraid that Ning Chan “climbed” Xia Yan’s bed more often than he crawled his mother’s bed as a child.

At that time, Ning’s father advocated western-style childcare (afraid of his wife being robbed), and he rushed Ning Can to a crib only three months later. After weaning, he rushed directly to the baby room, and never let him interfere with their couple’s nightlife.

Ning Can slept alone until he knew Xia Yan.

The two met at the age of three or four. For the first time staying in Xia Yan’s house, he slept in Xia Yan’s bed.

Since then, how many times the two have slept together can’t be counted.

Two people so familiar with each other experienced a completely different “sleep together”.

Ten minutes later, Ning Can whispered: “Xia Yan … what to do, it still stands …”

Xia Yan’s mouth was dry and dry, and the two were already posted together when she returned to God.

“Don’t be afraid,” Xia Yan said with a dumb throat. “It won’t be like that night.”

It’s really different. Ning Can, who was hurting so much that night, flutters tonight.

Before falling asleep, Xia Yan hugged him vigorously, calling his name softly.

Ning Can agreed with his eyes narrowed, and murmured after hearing more, “Okay, okay, how many times are you called?”

Xia Yan was silent.

Ning Can was awake and suddenly said with emotion: “In these four years, I have always dreamed of you, and you are calling my name.”

He was calling him, thinking about his name in his heart every moment.

And now he can finally say it.

“Ning Can …” Xia Yan called him again.

Ning Chan wasn’t bothered anymore, instead he looked up at him with bright eyes. “Come on, make up for the past four years.”

Suddenly, a rushing heat like the waves rushed into Xia Yan’s heart, and he felt like never before–Ning Can was back, and Ning Can who had given him countless warmth really came back.