The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

He could continue to flip over, but when he saw Xie Zhen's already pale face, which looked even more pitiful because of worry, Nan Xingchuan paused.    

He helplessly turned around and looked down at Xie Jingxuan, who was not even close to his chin. His tone was a little impatient: "What are you doing?"    

Xie Jingzhen looked at him and shook his head. "Don't flip over. What if you fall down?"    

Nan Xingchuan was expressionless. "I won't."    

"What if?!?"    

He looked at the stubborn Xie Jingzhen and frowned slightly. "There is no such thing as' what if '."    

"In any case, it's not possible." Xie Jingzhen pulled Nanxing Chuan back a little more forcefully. "If you fall down, what will I do?"    

Realizing the subtle ambiguity in her words, Xie Jingzhen's face heated up. She hurriedly let go of her hand and explained, "What I mean is, if you fall down from my balcony... What if your family decides to pursue this matter with me? I might even have to bear legal responsibility... "    

After saying that, he quickly grabbed onto Nanxing Chuan again.    

However, this time, he changed it to lightly pinching his sleeve.    

When Nanxing Chuan saw her careful movements, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't even breathe.    

A helpless low laugh leaked out from his throat, "If you don't let me go back, then where do you want me to go?"    

It was silent for a while.    

Xie Jingzhen mustered up her courage and said, "If you don't mind, can you stay in my living room for the time being?"    

Nanxing Chuan:... ""    

Until he sat down on the sofa at Xie Jingxuan's house, Nanxing Chuan still hadn't walked out of the magical storyline in the middle of the night.    

Perhaps it was an unfamiliar place, or perhaps it was the scent of a young girl on the blanket that disturbed him. In short, he couldn't sleep at all.    

A stack of information was neatly placed on the coffee table beside the sofa. Nanxing Chuan swept his gaze over it. It was an introduction to the enrollment of several first-rate universities in the country.    

The small bookcases next to it were filled with all kinds of world-famous works, and some were even English original versions.    

Everything here had Xie Jingzhen's shadow.    

However, it was incompatible with the world of Nanxing Chuan.    

However, when he laid on the sofa, listened to the pattering of rain outside the window, and occasionally heard a few coughs from the girl, the two sounds inexplicably harmonized together.    

It was quiet, gentle, and calm, making one relax.    

At that time, Xie Jingzhen, who was separated by the door, also did not fall asleep.    

She took the medicine, drank a full cup of hot water, and hid under the blanket. Her body was getting hotter and hotter.    

She could not tell whether it was caused by the cold or some other strange emotions.    

Xie Jingzhen repeatedly recalled the scene of him holding onto Nanxing Chuan's arm, and the last bit of smile he revealed.    

So he knew how to smile. Furthermore, when he smiled, it was somewhat pretty and familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.    

Xie Jingzhen hugged the blanket and thought blankly. If her brother knew that she had placed a person she had only met a few times in the living room, he would probably be shocked.    

Because she had a feeling that Nanxing Chuan would not bully her. He was a good person.    

She sniffed her nose, but she was in a very happy mood. Tonight was definitely the boldest thing she had ever done in her seventeen years of youth.    

Perhaps, it would also be the most unforgettable thing in the future.    

The two of them lived peacefully through the latter half of the night, separated by a door.    

At 5: 30 in the morning, Xie Jingzhen's alarm clock rang.    

She woke up in a daze. She had a cold and her aunt came menacingly, even though she had taken medicine. But the body is still very tired. Because of this, her brain also became sluggish for a few seconds. She originally wanted to continue sleeping. When she closed her eyes, she suddenly remembered - there was a man living in her living room!    

Xie Jingzhen suddenly sat up from the bed.    

She pulled open the curtains. The sky was not bright yet, so the Lockpicking Shop should not have opened the door so early in the morning.    

Xie Jingzhen put on a jacket and opened the bedroom door. She gently walked to the living room and saw Nanxing Chuan lying on the sofa in the dim morning light.    

He was not awake yet.    

Half of the blanket on his body fell to the ground.    

Although the early spring weather wasn't very cold, the temperature dropped last night, so the weather was still a little cold sooner or later.    

Xie Jingzhen walked to the front of the sofa and quietly squatted down.    

She clearly just wanted to cover him with a blanket, but it seemed like she was doing something shady. Her heart was beating rapidly.