Chapter 694 The Young Lady and the Repairman (24)

He Mian raised his lips slightly and walked slowly to the sofa. As soon as he sat down, she clung to him.

Bai Yao hugged him with both hands and feet, her eyes sparkling, "Don't you want to rest?"

"I have rested, don't worry about me." He Mian let Bai Yao's hand rest on his chest and rub it intentionally or unintentionally. He picked up the clothes beside him and asked her: "Would you like to wear them?"

Bai Yao asked curiously: "Where did you get my clothes?"

He was holding a set of clean clothes in his hand, pink close-fitting fabric, and a green floral skirt. Next to it was a pair of white sandals that she usually wore.

He Mian said, "When Yaoyao fell asleep, I quietly went to your room to get it."

Bai Yao looked at the clean shoes on He Mian's feet

and said, "Oh." He Mian kissed her, "I'll help you put them on."

He has always been very good at hands. I still remember that when they first did it, He Mian didn't know how to unbutton his underwear. Bai Yao deliberately didn't help him. It was also very interesting to see his embarrassed look.

But now, He Mian knows every feature of Bai Yao's clothes, and he can be very skilled when he does it.

The thin blanket on Bai Yao's body slid off, and He Mian's vision suddenly seemed to be stained with flames, but he still restrained himself and lifted Bai Yao's arm. When he put the small clothes on, Bai Yao had already pressed against his bare chest.

The skin pressed against each other, making the temperature of this cold night continue to rise.

He Mian wanted to say "stop making trouble", but he had already rested, so the energetic Bai Yao took the opportunity to kiss him, and then pushed him down hard, and had a deeper entanglement with him.

"He Mian, your body is still very cold."

No one knew what she did. When the lightning flashed, only the shadow on the wall could be seen. He held her waist and helped her sit down slowly.

The young man let out a broken groan from his throat, but he was reluctant to let go of her waist, fearing that she would fall off the sofa.

The girl leaned over and smiled softly, "Let me warm you up."

He could no longer hold back, and his pleasant voice lingered in her ears for a long time.

However, no matter how hard Bai Yao tried, contrary to his passion for her, his body was still cold.

After being "messed around" by her, He Mian's eyes were still red, and his young body still exuded a faint, blushing breath.

His messy hair, satisfied look, and marks on his body, everything showed his debauchery at the moment.

She had been staring at him for a long time.

He Mian put clothes on for her, met her eyes, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yao held his face, and she could still feel him with her fingertips, but the temperature difference when their skin touched was very different from before.

She asked: "He Mian, are you cold?"

He Mian smiled, "No."

Bai Yao said again: "I feel like I have slept for a long time, but it's still dark now."

"Yaoyao, you are just too tired."

Bai Yao leaned in his arms, his hands combed her long hair, and the gentle warmth made her drowsy again. "I remember I was at home and suddenly fell into the water. It was so strange. I can swim, but at that time I lost my strength and I couldn't move."

He Mian didn't know how to explain. In fact, there were many things he couldn't explain.

Bai Yao looked at him with a smile, and her voice regained its vitality, "But you appeared, like a great hero descending from the sky, He Mian, you are my hero!"

There was a light flashing in He Mian's dark eyes. Just such a exaggerated sentence from her could easily make him feel like walking on clouds and feel extremely happy.

The longer he was with Bai Yao, the more he, a stone-like man, became youthful and lively. Just like now, the joy in his heart lingered between his eyebrows and softened his gaze. What

Bai Yao liked most was to see his cold and hard face show either shyness or joy. This would give her a great sense of accomplishment. She turned a stone into a teenager.

She nestled into his arms and looked at him with a smile for a long time.

He Mian gradually felt embarrassed and had to raise her hands to cover his eyes, "Don't look at me."

Bai Yao laughed out loud, "My boyfriend, what's wrong with me looking at him more?"

He Mian pursed her lips gently and put down her hands. When Bai Yao saw his shadow again, he couldn't help but half lower his head, trying to avoid it, but was held up by her hands again.

She smiled and curved her eyes, "So cute."

He Mian's ears were hot, but the corners of his lips were raised but he couldn't suppress it. He would feel happy when his girlfriend said anything to express her love for him.

Bai Yao tilted her head, "I suddenly remembered that the old photo I saw in the cabin before was similar to the wedding photo I saw in a strange room."

He asked: "Wedding photo?"

Bai Yao nodded, got up and ran to the corner, and took out the old photo from a wooden box on the wooden shelf. Then she ran back and nestled in his arms, looking at the photo with him, "I entered a strange room, and the photo hanging on the wall of that room was exactly the same as this photo."

"He Mian." She looked up at him, "You said that the people in the photo were a couple, they were the first owners of the manor, Mr. and Mrs. Luo, so could the room I saw be their wedding room? But this also seems a little wrong..."

Bai Yao touched his chin and muttered, "I have lived in the manor for so long, I know exactly how many rooms there are on the second floor, there is a wall at the end of the corridor, there shouldn't be any rooms, could it be... that room is sealed by the wall?"

The moment the thunder sounded outside the window, He Mian covered Bai Yao's ears.

She was not scared by the thunder, to be more precise, the moment he held her in his arms, nothing could scare her.

Bai Yao suddenly lost interest in the photo. She stared at the boy in front of her. He didn't say anything sweet to cheer people up, and he wasn't sunny and pleasing. But every time there was an unstable factor, he would block it out steadily.

So now, no matter how strong the wind and rain outside were, no matter how deep and silent this endless night was, she didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.

Bai Yao said: "He Mian, do you think there are really ghosts in this world?"

He Mian's dark eyes flickered gently, "Yaoyao, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Bai Yao hugged his waist. In this dark room, the two of them leaned against each other, like little animals keeping each other warm. She smiled and raised her eyes, "If there really are ghosts, every ghost must be someone else's soul."

He Mian laughed softly, "Yeah."

Bai Yao buried her face in his chest, "He Mian, we must be together for the rest of our lives."

There was a little sob in his voice, "Okay."