A Love Affair Between Worlds

Mixed Emotions

Chest. It rose and fell violently 。。。。 It's the sound of a beating heart. Thump. Thud....

Like a clear river flowing through. Spreading throughout the body.

"Lin Xiaonian. Stop shouting!" The driving Namek finally exploded. Yelling angrily towards the back.

The growling seemed to be working a little. In the back seat, she got really quiet.

At the same time. It also woke up the flummoxed man.

"What are you doing!" There was a hint of anger in the deep black eyes.

It is because. Disturbed. Still. He doesn't know.

"Look, it's much quieter." A rare moment of peace and quiet. Namek's stern, handsome face softened as well.

"How far is it?" Outside the darkened car window. The streetlights flickered through the light. It hit Xia Bingyang's face.

In his arms she clung to him. Sleeping on his broad shoulders. He turned slightly to his side. Adjusting to a comfortable position.

Gentle movements. Afraid of disturbing her.

The car raced across the flat road in front of a towering mansion. It stopped.

He held her gently across his body, trying to keep his movements as small as possible so as not to wake her from her sleep.

Be careful all the way. Followed behind Namek.

Get in the lift.

Exit the lift.

Go into the room.

It wasn't until she was allowed to lie smoothly on the bed. His tightly closed lips subsided only slightly.

After covering her with a thin blanket, he walked out of the room in peace.

"Nice house in a nice setting. How long have you lived there?" Sharp eyes examined the surroundings, the wide living room. Xia Bingyang walked around faithfully.

"Catch!" The coke in his hand was thrown directly at him. Namek turned around gracefully. Sitting directly on the gorgeous wood-coloured sofa.

He caught the coke easily with one big palm. Sharp, deep eyes blinked. "Thanks!"

"It was my dad who lived with the old woman before, and now they're abroad." Like recounting someone else's story. The face. Without any expression.

He understood. There was no further questioning. There is more than one fragile heart.

In the rich light, at this time, one should not speak.

"You hug her a lot!" A few abrupt words. Causing him to almost choke.

Wiping the juice that spurted from the corner of her mouth. Xia Bingyang smiled a far-fetched smile. No return words.

"I guessed it right!" Surprised at his excited reaction. Dry. Namek admitted it for him straight away.

"Hey. You kid, how come you haven't changed a bit in all these years." Meeting a wicked smile from across the room. Dark eyes held. Namek shook his head.

Is Xia Bingyang acquiescing? Or is it approval...?

No one understands.

"I can't believe you had such a warm moment! Time really is scary." The once frozen man. Now long shed. Luckily, it wasn't too late to find out.

To Namek's conjecture. Xia Bingyang did not want to refute it. Because, the truth, no one needs to know.

He just didn't want a drunken her to be seen by Carl. Just didn't want her to be seen when drunk.... Just didn't want her when drunk 。。。。。

It's just 。。。。 It's just that.

"It's all you! Would I be like this otherwise." A brief moment of uncertainty appeared on the lost, handsome face. Xia Bingyang spoke coldly.

Yes, he was right. It was Mead who had gotten her so drunk and made him lose his mind like this.

"Then you'll thank me heavily oh digging up another side of you that's buried." No objection to what he said. Namek's charmed eyes ticked. The word 'heavily' was deliberately emphasized.

He shrugged both shoulders. Ignoring it. The thick black head falls straight into the soft sofa. Both eyebrows locked.

"Be quiet and let me sleep." The mediocre words came from his lips. The deep ink eyes loosened across a point. With that. Closed.

There would be a drive to take her home later, now. He needed to get his energy up.

"Would you like something to eat?" The only thing left in his stomach was a full cavity of red wine. A timely reminder that it was time to get some food into his stomach.

A thick sword brow twitched slightly. Then, back to its original state.

"Want one?" Seeing that he still didn't respond. The voice heaved a point. "Asleep?"

Jun's quiet face remained unmoving in the slightest. So be it. Naide had no more patience to ask. He got up and left.

Sudden.

"Ah." A miserable scream came from inside the room.

Before Namek could react. A figure suddenly flashed by his side. Look around and find it. The broad back had long since entered the room.

Naide remembers Xia Bingyang saying that his wish was to be a sprinter. It seems that he has the talent.

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Wide bedside. The thin butterfly print comforter is tossed haphazardly on the floor. Across the bed she lies. Restless hands resting in mid-air. Fumbling from side to side. Clearly. She is dreaming.

"Ah. Give it back to me. Give it to me." In her dream, someone robbed her of something.

He walked straight to the bedside. The tip made a push. Adjusting her sleeping position. Afterwards. Stood down and picked up the quilt. Covered her up again. He even folded the two ends of the blanket towards her arms.

Dazed, she grinned at the right time. Showing a full row of teeth.

He flinched abruptly. The movement of his hands also stopped abruptly.

A side of the name de. Leaning against the door frame. Gazing ambiguously at everything. "What's wrong with her?"

"Just talking in my sleep." His words were flat. It was impossible to guess his mood under the tired face.

And at that moment, Namek hastily saw that there was a hint of a smile hanging in the corner of his eyes.

Could it be. Read it wrong 。。。。

Suddenly. Sleeping peacefully she started again.

"Oooh 。。。。 Woo." She cried out as if she was aggrieved. Drunk, she didn't care about her image. Although, at this point, there was no image to speak of either.

Of course, it also succeeded in stopping him who was about to leave.

"Nin, what's wrong, Nin.?" Ambling down into a crouch. He was only a foot from her.

His voice, thin as silk, sounded like a lullaby to her ears.

The torn cries slowly diminished, and finally, only her tinkling murmurs could be heard.

He ran his long index finger across her cheek. Ruffling the messy strands of hair that covered her forehead. A drop of crystal slipped just out of the corner of her eye.

A large hand swept over the place of tears. Gently wiping her dry.

The way she looks when she smiles like a flower is what suits her best.

So warm. Who is it? In a dream. She had a vague feeling that someone was beside her.

Gently.

The touch of skin when touching. Real and hazy.

Suddenly.

Her stomach churned like a backwards sea. She couldn't help but cringe. Groaning in pain.

"Nin. What's wrong." The extreme of his eyes had seen her discomfort. A thick brow. More tangled than hers.

"She's not going to throw up!" I've seen a lot of ugly faces when people are drunk. Namek saw right through it.

The flip-flopping sensation intensified. She could no longer repress it. With that.

Lightning strikes as he rises and sits up straight. Reflexive opening of mouth.

"Vomit."

"Wait!...." Namek was about to speak. And the wood. But the boat had become a boat.

Than to see what a drunken person spits out. And before his eyes, it was more disgusting to Namek.

Xia Bingyang at this moment. Squatting at the head of the bed. The eyes full of sorrow were even deeper.