Xia Yan Wants to Sleep with Hua Xin

"What are you looking at?"

Xia Yan peeked out from the doorway, her body completely hidden behind the door frame. Her voice, which sounded somewhat puzzled, suddenly made Hua Xin, who was holding the photo frame, freeze.

It's like when you're secretly doing something naughty on your computer in your room, playing a game or watching a video, and you're in such a hurry to lock the door that your parents suddenly come to see you.

Fortunately, most people should know how to properly lock their doors before leaving.

Xia Yan saw a photo of her holding him when he was a child...

It's obviously very strange from any perspective!

But you can't panic at this time. If you panic, you'll be the one who's embarrassed; if you don't panic, others will be the ones who feel embarrassed.

Hua Xin calmly placed the photo from her bosom onto the table and replied indifferently:

"I accidentally saw this photo of a kid who looked like he deserved a beating, and I almost couldn't resist punching him twice."

"..."

Xia Yan walked in from the door with a somewhat helpless expression, then sat down next to Hua Xin as if they were old friends and gently picked up the photo frame that Hua Xin had just put back on the table.

After seeing the scene clearly, his eyes flickered slightly, a hint of reminiscence appearing in them. He then touched his chin somewhat embarrassedly and said:

"Wow... I never knew I was this handsome even as a child..."

When did Grandpa take a picture of me without my permission?

"Handsome guys always look good no matter how you photograph them."

Xia Yan looked at the photo frame with a somewhat narcissistic air, which inexplicably made Hua Xin, who was sitting next to him, feel a surge of anger. A feeling of wanting to humiliate her arose in Hua Xin's heart.

He was definitely cuter when he was a child.

The girl glanced at Xia Yan, who was examining the photo frame. The little boy in the photo vaguely resembled Xia Yan now that he was grown up. However, judging from the expression on his face and the shifty look in his eyes compared to the gentle look he had now, they were completely different people.

When was this filmed?

Hua Xin asked curiously, then looked at the table again, where she saw several framed photos.

Xia Yan pondered for a moment, then hesitated, seemingly carefully considering the memories in his mind.

"At that time, they hadn't divorced yet and hadn't completely confronted each other, so I was naturally in a stage where I knew nothing. I remember that it was very popular among my classmates to go to amusement parks, and some of them even went to Disneyland."

"I kept begging them, saying things like I wanted to go, but actually I didn't really want to go to the amusement park that much at the time. I just wanted them to stay with me for a while."

Xia Yan showed no sadness in his eyes; instead, he continued with a slight smile:

"Then Grandpa took me there by himself, but when we got to the amusement park he seemed to have more fun than I did. He took me to sit in the front row of the roller coaster that I was too scared to ride, and my screams turned into cheers."

"I could only close my eyes and almost faint from fright. I was probably thinking, 'Please stop the roller coaster from moving anymore,' and I rode the whole ride with my legs trembling when I got off."

"Pfft..."

Hua Xin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud. She playfully punched Xia Yan with her fist, and then laughed happily after hearing that he had such a past.

She had no idea that Xia Yan had such an embarrassing childhood experience.

Of course, it was also to cover up her empathy for seeing Xia Yan's childhood photos earlier.

"Too weak... Don't you know that as a man you can't say no? If it were me, I would grit my teeth and finish riding this roller coaster and then get off with a calm expression."

Hua Xin was serious about saying that.

She's never been afraid of these childish things; she even turns a blind eye to horror games.

Xia Yan reached out and gently grasped Hua Xin's small fist. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he placed the photo frame in his other hand back on the table.

"Shall we go together?"

"Whether it's in Shanghai or somewhere else, we should go together at least once."

His tone was not a question, but rather an affirmation.

Hua Xin's attention wasn't on the hand Xia Yan was holding, but on the other photo frames on the table. Xia Yan's sudden words made her gaze falter slightly.

Sometimes she really disliked Xia Yan's behavior of always thinking about her.

In the past, when Hua Xin was alone in a Little Black devouring Japanese light novels and anime, she would often have a subconscious question: why do the female protagonists in these novels and anime all like classic Japanese gentle male protagonists with similar personalities?

If gentleness is the only trait, then most normal boys should be able to meet the criteria of becoming a "male protagonist," right? Putting aside the filter of the work and the author's setting, it's really hard to imagine that those beautiful girls would also fall for a boy who only has the trait of "gentleness."

It wasn't until she met Xia Yan that she understood why.

Gentleness is just a bonus.

The "strength," "effort," and "insight" hidden beneath the gentleness are what make people feel that "he is the only one for them in this life."

Hua Xin also knew just how difficult it was to become a man like that.

They hide all their pain and shut out all their sadness, only thinking about others and sharing all their tenderness with others, but never keeping any for themselves.

Gentle people are really annoying.

"Summer."

Hua Xin turned to look at Xia Yan, who was also looking at her, her eyes seemingly sparkling.

She didn't shake off Xia Yan's hand; for the two of them, holding hands was perfectly normal at this point, and there was no need for any awkwardness.

"Let's go in the summer, because it's too cold in the winter."

After the brief moment of ambiguity, Hua Xin averted her gaze, looking away somewhat nervously.

"Summer is really great, then I'll get to see my wife wearing dresses that she only wears for me to see~"

Xia Yan squinted, looking just like a cheeky fox.

Speaking of which, it's been almost a year since I last saw Hua Xin wearing a dress at the beach. A few months after the New Year, when the temperature rises, it will be around that time.

A fleeting scene, yet an eternal memory.

Xia Yan seemed to understand why Brother Shan Qing had accompanied them last time, had taken so many photos.

"I'm sorry, but suddenly I don't want to wear skirts anymore. I feel that trousers suit me better."

Hua Xin retorted expressionlessly, then asked with some confusion:

"It's so late at night, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Grandpa should go to sleep too."

"Go to sleep."

Xia Yan lay back directly, precisely on the pillow, her outstretched arms seemingly making a silent invitation.

"I'll sleep here tonight."

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Hua Xin's lips twitched, and she almost blurted out unkindly:

"If you sleep here, where am I supposed to sleep?"

"In my arms."

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