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At this moment, the sound of water splashing could be heard.

"You've got it?"

Ji An'an's heartbeat quickened. She randomly picked one and wrapped it with her clothes, placing it by the door.

"I've already left it outside for you. Go wash it and open the door for yourself."

She finished the sentence quickly and then jumped far away, as if she had taken something shameful, and now her face was as red as the sunset.

Teng Yiyang didn't notice anything wrong with her. He only said it to confirm that she wasn't staying in her room properly.

Although he knew that the door was locked and she could only stay, he was still worried.

When he heard her answer, he finally felt at ease.

"Do you want to come in? If you want to bathe together, you can save water."

He lowered his voice, coaxing her.

Ji An'an's face heated up even more when she heard this. She stomped her feet in anger. "Who wants to bathe together with you? Stop daydreaming!"

"It's already evening, now that the sun has gone down," he said, grinning maliciously. "I can help you with the massage service for free."

Ji An'an was so angry that she wanted to kick the door.

"Scram!"

Teng Yiyang laughed out loud. Even through the door, his carefree laughter could be heard.

Ji An'an knew she was being teased by him, so she sat down on the sofa and angrily ignored him. No matter what he said, she didn't respond.

But the heat in the bathroom seemed to spill out, onto her cheeks, hot.

She found the air-conditioner remote control and cooled it.

Teng Yiyang only heard the sound of footsteps. It was as if he could imagine how cute and charming she was being.

When he thought about it, he felt his throat tighten. He immediately stopped and said to the outside, "I'll wash it quickly, so you won't have to wait too long."

Ji An'an covered her ears and refused to listen.

After a while, when he really had calmed down, Ji An'an finally let go of her hand.

His aura was everywhere in this place, and Ji An'an felt uncomfortable all over, as if the moment she relaxed, his aura would be able to break through her line of defense.

She pursed her lips, picked up her phone and continued to reply.

Time should pass faster like this.

She absent-mindedly replied to a few messages and saw that the chat interface had a new name.

Shuibao's Daddy.

Combined with the incident just now, she remembered who this person was.

It turned out that the reason he was playing behind her back was to change her name.

A while ago, she changed her name on WeChat to Shuibao's Mommy.

And he was shameless, so he changed his name to Shuibao's Daddy.

Although his status was not wrong, he still felt awkward.

It sounded like the name of a couple.

She poked his head twice in anger.

The avatar was as shameless as he was, a narcissistic selfie.

Forget it, he wasn't going to bother with this kind of rascal.

When Teng Yiyang was done with his bath, he brushed his hair and sprayed some perfume on himself, preparing to seduce her with a beautiful man's bath.

Before opening the door, he deliberately widened the opening of his bathrobe a little.

Baby, here I come.

However, when he opened the door, he was met by a gust of cold air. He was caught off guard and sneezed.

Was it that hot? Why is the temperature so low?

What was she doing in the dark of the house, when the lights weren't on?

As soon as he lifted his foot, he tripped over the clothes on the ground. He speechlessly picked them up and carried them out.

When he turned on the light, there was no one on the bed. When he turned around, he saw the person sleeping on the sofa.

He sighed, pulled up his collar, and walked over to raise the temperature.

He walked over and carefully picked her up. Then he placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

"You can't even sleep with a bed, do you think you're stupid?"

He half squatted beside the bed and lightly pinched her nose, his eyes filled with love.

As if sensing the discomfort, she turned her face away and hid her entire body in the blanket.

He was completely immersed in it, only leaving a few strands of hair on the pillow.

Her hair was black and shiny in the light.

With a slight movement of his heart, he picked up a few strands of hair and brought them close to his nose to take a sniff.

The fragrance was just like before.

He wanted to pull back the covers and lie down and take her in his arms.

It was a pity that he had just finished his bath. His body was drenched all over, and his hair was also wet.

He could only lean against the bed's wall with one hand against the blanket and pat it lightly.

Ji An'an felt as if she was walking on an endless road, surrounded by an abyss, no flowers, trees, or houses.

The only path she could walk was the path that was less than half a meter wide.

The wind was so strong that she was about to be blown down.

At this moment, a light call seemed to come from midair.

"An'an, An'an, wake up …"0

She seemed to be sucked into a whirlpool. She struggled to open her eyes, and a person with his back to the light looked at her.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, the figure in front of him gradually became clearer.

She stared at him, not knowing what to expect.

After Teng Yiyang woke her up, he saw that she was obviously not in her best condition. He couldn't help but lean closer to her, one hand stroking her face, the thumb caressed her ear, four fingers inserted into her soft hair and whispered, "It's late, we should go home."

"Isn't this our home?" she mumbled blearily.

Such a well-behaved person, it was as if the two of them went back to the time when they never got into an argument. Teng Yiyang was in a trance for a moment.

It was a scene that he had not dared to think about for a long time.

It was as if the chasm in the past few years had never existed, and the two of them had never been separated. She was still his cute little rabbit, and he was still her unshakeable backer.

He lowered his head and pressed it against her forehead, lifting the corners of his mouth as he gently said, "No, we have to go back to our own home."

The Teng Familu Residence was the place where he grew up with her. It was his home, without a doubt.

But to him, in the truest sense, it was the home of two people; it was his Heavenly Garden.

Everything inside was arranged by her.

That was their home.

"Yes, home." She subconsciously rubbed her fingers together with his and answered without any warning.

His eyes turned red.

It had been a long time since he had seen her so trusting.

From their reunion until now, she was like a fully armed hedgehog. At any time, sharp thorns would flash towards him, and she would never back down, believing in him.

The memories that were deeply hidden in her heart, the memories of the past that she did not dare to recall all these years, now that she saw how she was relying on that soft and adorable appearance, it was as if she had unlocked the door and rushed forward.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how much he missed the Ji An'an who had always followed behind him and never left him.

He couldn't suppress his yearning because he was afraid of recalling it.

She let go and left without a return date.

He was afraid that if he couldn't wait for her to come back, he would go crazy from the torment of his memories.

He lowered his head and kissed her eyes, then took her in his arms with the quilt.

He was certain that the person before him was no longer an illusion.

He clenched his hands, suppressing his emotions. His throat tightened as he spoke in a choked voice.

"I'm sorry."

I'm sorry for all those years.

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