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His gaze suddenly landed on her face. Although his eyes still gave off a cold and detached feeling, Xia Huanhuan found that she was at least able to focus a bit more. At least, she could feel that he was "looking" at her.    

    

"Sleeping means going to bed and making love?" he asked, and the images of her in the bed with him flashed through his mind. His body was entwined, his breasts blended, his expression was restrained, he was patient, but more of it was joyful and joyful …    

    

However, to the current him, these emotions were merely words. He only knew that he was feeling this sort of emotion back then. However, he currently did not understand what sort of feeling it was at all.    

    

Xia Huanhuan blinked her eyes as a blush slowly crept up her face. 'Alright, most of the time, the two of them did indeed have the same intention of going to bed together, but now …'    

    

Shaking her head, Xia Huanhuan said, "I'm pregnant, and I have a baby in my belly, so we're just going to 'sleep' in the pure bed." She deliberately emphasized the word 'sleeping'.    

    

His gaze fell on her abdomen and he did not speak for a long time.    

    

The air was filled with a silent atmosphere. Xia Huanhuan licked her lips and broke the silence. "Do you want to touch it?"    

    

He said nothing. His gaze was still fixed on her abdomen, as still as a statue. His face was expressionless.    

    

Even if he had all the memories, she was still more like a stranger to him. Xia Huanhuan thought for a moment, then took the initiative to reach out and touch the back of Jun Ziyan's hand with her fingertips.    

    

His expression did not change, but his gaze shifted from her abdomen to the point where their hands intersected.    

    

Her hand slowly grasped his right hand and pulled it toward her stomach. His abdomen was still very flat. An average person wouldn't be able to tell whether they were pregnant or not after less than three months of training.    

    

Jun Ziyan didn't resist and let Xia Huanhuan put his hand on her abdomen. He could feel the warmth of her body through the cloth of his shirt. It was a very warm feeling, and it made him feel very comfortable.    

    

This... Was it because he had loved her? And in her womb, was their child … Jun Ziyan's eyelids drooped down as he felt the unfamiliar sensation.    

    

At night, when she was lying on the bed, Xia Huanhuan wasn't sleepy at all. Next to her was Jun Ziyan, who was curled up like a shrimp. When he slept, he still liked this posture. It was just that in the past, if he slept in this position, he would definitely squeeze into her embrace. But now …    

    

There was no light in the room, but she could still make out him through the curtain of moonlight.    

    

Her fingers reached out involuntarily and touched his collarbone, which lay outside his nightshirt. It was an obvious clavicle, and it felt like it was made of skin and bones when touched.    

    

Xia Huanhuan's heart suddenly ached. The next moment, she realized that Jun Ziyan, who was originally sleeping, had already opened his eyes.    

    

She felt a little awkward and didn't know what to say.    

    

Just as he was about to retract his hand in embarrassment, his hand had already pressed down on the back of hers. "I didn't ask you to let go."    

    

Hm? Xia Huanhuan was slightly surprised. Jun Ziyan's voice continued to ring in the darkness, "The feeling of you touching me won't make me hate you." There was even a hint of joy. Thus, during the day, when she touched his face, she did not feel any discomfort.    

    

So, could she keep touching? Xia Huanhuan thought as her fingers continued to hover around Jun Ziyan's collarbone, "Your wrist, is it done?" She remembered how, on the bridge, when she woke up in a daze, he had been threatened by Xia Hao and had broken his own wrist.    

    

"Nothing serious." He replied faintly, as if the quality of his wrist was of no importance.    

    

Xia Huanhuan also thought back to when he was on the bridge, stabbing his body with every stroke of the blade. Blood flowed along the tip of the blade and dripped down one drop after another …    

    

"Can I see your body?" That was how he said it.    

    

And what responded to her was the silence in the darkness.    

    

Just when Xia Huanhuan thought she wouldn't get any response, Jun Ziyan's body suddenly moved. He got off the bed and turned on the lights in the room.    

    

Immediately, lights poured down onto the floor.    

    

Xia Huanhuan sat up in a daze and saw Jun Ziyan unbuttoning his pajamas one by one. Soon after, the buttons on his pajamas were completely unbuttoned. He took off his pajamas and then continued unbuttoning his pajamas. Suddenly, there was only a pair of underwear left on his body.    

    

His expression was still indifferent as he looked at her, "Do you want to take it off again?"    

    

As for her face, it was not filled with bashfulness, but rather, complete shock and whiteness.    

    

She had seen his body countless times. When he was young, other than the training courses on Jun Family, it would be enough to make a group of adults feel heartache to death if he was struck by them.    

    

In the Jun Family, he was the Third Young Master who had been protected and protected by others, and no one dared to hurt him.    

    

But now, although his body was still white, but … He was very thin, so thin that when she looked over, she could clearly see where most of the bones in his body had been exposed. It was as though there was only a thin layer of skin wrapping around his body.    

    

What pained her the most were the wounds on his body. Although the wound had now healed, it was still a shocking sight to behold.    

    

The 19 wounds were the 19 cuts he had made at that time.    

    

Xia Huanhuan's nose twitched as she got off the bed and walked in front of Jun Ziyan. Her hands trembled as she stroked his scrawny body, his wounds.    

    

Tears flowed from her eyes as she wailed. It was all her fault, all her fault for causing him to act like this! If she had been more careful, if she hadn't been kidnapped by Xia Hao, he wouldn't have suffered such injuries.    

    

Her tears, her remorse, her pain.    

    

He loved her, but because of that love, he was always scarred. She owed him so much, and how much love should she make up for it?    

    

She kept crying and choking, as if she were going to lose her breath.    

    

As for him, as he silently watched her cry, he felt a slight stabbing pain in his heart. He … Didn't he feel nothing for her? Even when the images appeared in his mind, it was as if he were looking at someone else. Even when he had first seen her in the day, she had shed tears in front of him. Didn't he feel nothing?