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With a soft feeling in her heart, she bit her lips, her body trembling slightly. She lifted her hand with much difficulty and touched the face right above her.    

    

Because of her active contact with him, his body instantly turned stiff. As for his gaze, it stared blankly at her, as if he couldn't believe it. "Huan …" "Huanhuan …"    

    

"I... "No leaving..." She just wanted to be quiet for a moment. She just wanted to properly organize the messy thoughts in her head.    

    

Her voice came out of her mouth in an intermittent manner. Although her words were a bit unclear, he was still able to clearly hear her words.    

    

"No …" You want to leave? " he murmured, as if he could not believe what he had heard.    

    

"..." "No."    

    

She did not leave, so it turned out that she did not leave. At this moment, his mind was filled with this idea. So she'll forgive him, won't she?    

    

So she still belonged to him, didn't she?    

    

"Huanhuan, do you know how much I love you? "How much can I not leave you?" He leaned over and whispered in her ear.    

    

As for her, her consciousness had long since become blurry. Unconsciously, she could not even hear what he was saying.    

    

"Huanhuan …" "Huanhuan …" He called her name, and after half a day of not hearing an answer, he realized that she had passed out.    

    

His fingers brushed away the hair on her cheeks, quietly tracing her sleeping appearance. At this moment, she was like the puppet bear, lying quietly. If no one picked her up, she would not go anywhere.    

    

Would it be better if she were a bear doll? She knew how frightened he had been when he had watched her take out her clothes and walk out of the room.    

    

It was as if everything around him had suddenly become pitch-black, so dark that it seemed as if nothing existed, not even he himself.    

    

However, if she really was a doll bear, then she wouldn't smile at him, wouldn't speak to him, and wouldn't have that kind of warmth, that kind of warmth that he would yearn for.    

    

Standing up, Jun Ziyan carried the still unconscious Xia Huanhuan into the bathroom.    

    

He carefully put her in the bathtub and gently washed her body with warm water. He washed her body, dried it with a towel, and finally carried her back to bed.    

    

She was still sleeping quietly. He covered her with the blanket and helped her tuck in the corner. Then he lifted the other side of the blanket and squeezed into the bed. He curled up into a ball and laid down beside her on the dreamland exchange system.    

    

"Huanhuan, don't you love me. No matter how angry you are, no matter how angry you are, don't you love me." Because that was something he could not bear.    

    

When Xia Huanhuan woke up, she only saw Jun Ziyan's face in close proximity. He lay beside her, hunched like a shrimp, and his eyes were open, staring at her.    

    

Xia Huanhuan couldn't help but move her body a bit as she felt a sharp pain in her body. Only then did she suddenly recall what had happened before she fell asleep.    

    

Her face was suddenly flushed red. She tried to get up to get her clothes, but her left hand was locked with his right.    

    

"Do you want to get up?" he asked.    

    

Jun Ziyan removed his fingers from between her fingers, got off the bed and took out underwear, a blouse and a skirt from the wardrobe.    

    

Xia Huanhuan reached out her hand to take it from the blanket, but Jun Ziyan had no intention of giving it to her.    

    

"I want to give it to Huanhuan." he said.    

    

"I can wear it myself." she said quickly.    

    

"But I want Huanhuan to wear it." He persisted, his face showing no sign of disapproval.    

    

Xia Huanhuan had no other choice. There was nothing on her body that he hadn't seen before. She could only let Jun Ziyan help her put her clothes on one by one.    

    

When he was dressing her, neither of them spoke, much less mentioned the incident three years ago. It was as if the dispute last night, her questions, his apology, her pain, the mist that had filled his eyes, had never happened.    

    

When he was dressed in his coat and skirt, he suddenly half squatted down, dropped to one knee, lifted one of her feet, placed it on his, and slipped the hand sock into her foot.    

    

Then he did the same with her other foot.    

    

Xia Huanhuan looked down at Jun Ziyan and suddenly asked, "Do you know what I have been doing for the past ten years?"    

    

"Yes." He replied in a low voice.    

    

"Did they send someone to spy on me?" No matter how he thought about it, this seemed to be the only possibility.    

    

"Yes." He answered again.    

    

"Now, are these people still secretly watching me?"    

    

"Nope, ever since I met you again, I've already evacuated those people." He kept his head down, his fingers around her ankles.    

    

"If Ye Nanqing didn't break up with me because of this incident, what would you do?" Xia Huanhuan asked.    

    

Jun Ziyan slowly raised his head, "That won't happen, Ye Nanqing will definitely break up with you."    

    

"Why are you so sure?"    

    

"Because his care for you is absolutely not as deep as mine." His voice was so sure, without the slightest hesitation. "Huanhuan, there's no one in this world who cares about you more than me. Even your mother is not as profound as me."    

    

She was at a loss. She felt as if he was holding her ankle and it was burning.    

    

His finger seemed as if it was going to burn her …    

    

Perhaps Jun Ziyan was right. Ye Nanqing's care for her was indeed not as deep as his. Back then, Ye Nanqing had liked her, which was why he was able to get along with her. However, this sort of liking wasn't deep enough. It was chasing the shadow of someone from the past even more.    

    

Actually, Xia Huanhuan understood that the reason why she broke up with Ye Nanqing was because her love with Ye Nanqing wasn't deep enough. If he had interfered and the person controlling Mei Xinyi's mistaken identity was not Jun Ziyan, she might not have been so angry. She might have lamented and laughed it off, but she definitely wouldn't have felt like she was being cheated.    

    

It was as if her freedom and her love were in his hands.    

    

The living room was silent. As usual, Xia Huanhuan took out the breakfast materials from the refrigerator and made breakfast for the two. Jun Ziyan sat on the sofa in the living room with his arms wrapped around the bear, staring at Xia Huanhuan who was still busying herself in the kitchen.    

    

He liked her, he had already liked her for 21 years. This sort of liking, as time went by, became increasingly deeper and deeper within his bones and blood. If it was something he regretted, it was that he should not have set that ten-year agreement with her. If that was the case, she might not have had the chance to meet Ye Nanqing, and even more so, wouldn't have had the chance to interact with him.