That night, Yin Qianchen kept holding Liang Yunsheng in his arms and hugging him tightly, not letting her separate from him.
The two of them were lying on the bed, Liang Yunsheng curled up slightly, feeling that it was full of the breath belonging to Yin Qianchen.
They hugged each other, but they had nothing to do with emotion or desire.
Just because I wanted to hug each other like this, I was like a wounded lone wolf. Suddenly, I picked up a cute little rabbit somewhere. I originally wanted to keep her by my side, either as a reserve grain, or assimilate her into a terrible rabbit, but I didn’t know that I was comforted when I was most helpless.
When he woke up the next day, Liang Yunsheng reached out his hand and touched everywhere randomly, and found that he had lost Yin Qianchen’s figure.
In the following days, Liang Yunsheng did not contact Yin Qianchen one after another.
Yin Qianchen didn’t know where he went
Only occasionally, when he came home, it was very late.
Liang Yunsheng was not even sure whether he had ever lie down beside him. Perhaps, he just lowered his head, looked at her, and left.
Liang Yunsheng held Xibao, and as usual, in order to improve Xibao’s listening ability, he said irrelevant words to him. Until she realized that she had always mentioned some things about Yin Qianchen involuntarily.
“Where did Dad go and wait for him to come back, will we take Xibao out to play together?”
“This morning, I felt that Dad kissed my forehead. Did he go to Xibao? But why are you still so busy?”
“I miss him, do you miss him? Xibao.”
Liang Yunsheng subconsciously guessed that Yin Qianchen would not be a little embarrassed because he looked that day.