People who lost their parents at a young age are extremely sensitive. Meng Mingxuan did not feel happy about the sudden proposal. She gently clung to his shoulders and asked, "Who proposes in the middle of the night?"

What happened to him?

So abnormal.

Yan Mojiu buried his head in the crook of her neck, his hands gradually moved to her back, and he hugged her tightly.

"Then I'll ask again tomorrow."

Meng Mingxuan heard his seriousness and was silent for a few seconds, "Why do you want to marry me?"

Yan Mojiu was also silent for a few seconds, "So, who does Mingxuan want to marry?"

"Did I ask you first?"

“No one says that the first person to ask a question will get the answer first.”

Meng Mingxuan pursed her lips and refused to speak.

Suddenly, he turned her over.

He pressed against her from behind.

The constant contact between the delicate cheek and the pillow brings some comfort.

"What are you doing?" Meng Mingxuan's face was filled with heat, and her slight struggle had no effect on him at all.

"I'm answering Mingxuan's question."

“…”

So this is why he wants to marry her?

Meng Mingxuan didn't know what to say for a moment, and also knew what answer she wanted to hear just now.

Her face was hot, and she vaguely recalled some blurry fragments of the last time she was drunk.

After a long time, she finally heard a very hoarse voice calling out to her: "Ming Xuan."

She heard it very clearly.

He was calling her.

At that moment, my heartstrings seemed to be gently stroked by a sugar-coated feather, and a strange sense of satisfaction surged through my every limb.

The heat in the darkness was gradually fading away. She moved slightly and said, "Go take a shower."

Yan Mojiu didn't move and still stuck to her.

He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "You are disgusting, right?"

Meng Mingxuan hummed lightly.

How could she hate him? She carefully treasured every intimate moment with him and hoped that he would treasure it too.

"Mingxuan, I have wanted you for a long time."

Meng Mingxuan paused for a few seconds, "How long is a long time?"

She and he pretended to be a couple, but it didn't take long for them to become real.

"Before your sister arrives in Lincheng." Yan Mojiu kissed her earlobe again and again.

Meng Mingxuan froze for a moment.

She pushed Yan Mojiu aside and sat up, noting that he was half-dressed at the moment, "How long?"

"After I fell in love, I no longer considered you my sister." Yan Mojiu looked at her shocked expression in the dark. "On your 20th birthday, I planned to confess my love, but you didn't wear the dress I gave you. I stood at your door and listened to your long phone conversation with Yin Ting. You told Yin Ting that you only opened his birthday presents, not anyone else's, including mine."

Meng Mingxuan was completely unable to react.

She stared at Yan Mojiu blankly, as if she knew him.

"Then you became distant with me because of Yin Ting and had a lot of trouble with me. I thought of many ways to break you up. I even wanted to force you to go to Kyoto." Yan Mojiu raised his hand and held her chin. "But the day you went on a hunger strike with me and smashed my poached eggs, I knew I should let go."

He swore to raise her into the most beautiful rose, so how could he bear to destroy her with his own hands.

The common perception in Meng Mingxuan's mind was shattered to pieces.

After a while, she unconsciously asked, "What about my sister..."

"She saw it as soon as she arrived in Lincheng." Yan Mojiu stroked her chin with his fingers, "She asked me to wait until you turned 20, the legal age, so that she can bully you before marriage."

"Then Mengyan Group..."

"Mengyan Group is the dowry and confidence she gave you as a sister, and it is also a means to test my sincerity towards you." Yan Mojiu leaned over and kissed her trembling lips, "I have always put Mingxuan in the most important position."

Meng Mingxuan's heart was still shocked when she suddenly saw his open pajamas and was shocked again visually.

"…Go take a shower first."

She quickly looked away, pushed him away, and ran under the bed in a panic.

Yan Mojiu watched her slip away like a slippery fish, lowered his eyes to glance at himself, and chuckled.

That's all the courage I have.

She also asks him to sleep with her every day.

Meng Mingxuan came out of the bathroom after a while. She saw that the light in the room was on, but Yan Mojiu was still in the room.

The sheets and quilt had been changed, and her clean pajamas were folded on top of the quilt.

She walked over and just changed into her pajamas when Yan Mojiu returned to her bedroom.

Meng Mingxuan glanced at his obviously changed pajamas and asked, "Did you wash them in your room?"

"What? You want to take a bath with me?" He walked forward and put his arms around her waist.

“…”

"I'm giving you some time to buffer." Yan Mojiu sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. "Is the buffer okay?"

"No." Meng Mingxuan answered honestly.

She couldn't imagine that he had always liked her.

Is she too stupid, or is he hiding it too deeply?

"How long will it take?" Yan Mojiu hugged her tightly and put his face under her collarbone.

Meng Mingxuan hugged his head and said, "Yan Mojiu, did you really like me a long time ago?"

"real."

"You only liked me, and never liked anyone else?"

"I'm very similar to you. I'm more single-minded."

“…”

The atmosphere was ruined, Meng Mingxuan let go of him, pushed him away, and got up to go to bed.

"I'm sorry." Yan Mojiu pulled her back, "But I'm the one who's jealous. Shouldn't you be the one to coax me? I've always been by your side, but you saw me. I was waiting for you to come to your senses, but you fell in love with someone else."

Thinking of her own dark history, Meng Mingxuan gradually became silent.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" She touched his face, her heart filled with bitterness. He was very sad at that time.

"If you had told me earlier, would your choice have been different?" Yan Mojiu asked back.

Meng Mingxuan paused, "Yes, it will be the same."

She misunderstood that her sister liked him and that he was her sister's lover, so she restrained herself from being tempted and distanced herself from him.

But if he liked her, she might convince herself, and even let him clear up the misunderstanding himself, letting her know that her sister's lover was not him.

Yan Mojiu was stabbed in the chest, and after a long while he said in a hoarse voice: "It was my fault."

He should have said it sooner.

"It's too late to tell you now." Meng Mingxuan leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, "And it's just right."

Just right.

It was because she discovered Yin Ting's deception and Yu Tiantian's existence.

Did she take back her feelings for Yin Ting?

Under the light of the night, Yan Mojiu's expression seemed deep and gloomy.

He held Meng Mingxuan's waist, leaned close to her face, and whispered, "I saw Yan Shaoting at the old house tonight."

The slender waist under his palm suddenly stiffened. At this moment, he thought of a lot of things.

The secret of little rose.

Meng Mingxuan thought of Yan Mojiu's abnormal behavior tonight and felt a little flustered. "Did he say something?"

I think, it's not necessary to talk about rebirth, right?

Are you crazy?