The cold wind pierced through Ning Meng's pajamas, penetrated into her skin, and penetrated into the bone marrow, making her shiver. But she remained motionless, looking at the man in front of her.

The moonlight was like water, shining coldly on him. He was slightly hunched over, as if he could no longer bear the weight of those longings, his side face was well-defined, and the movement of holding the cigarette between his fingertips was skillful and distressing.

He raised his hand, paused for a moment in the ashtray placed on the front of the car, and then took another sip. When he opened his thin lips and spit it out, he finally noticed something and turned his head.

Through the smoke, the two looked at each other.

At that moment, Ning Meng clearly saw Huo Beichen's pupils dilated. Although there was no expression on his face, there was panic in his eyes. He seemed to have been discovered the deepest secret in his heart. He was always aloof and arrogant in the past, but now he was a bit embarrassed.

A sour, dull feeling welled up in my heart.

Ning Meng tried her best to suppress the rising moisture in her eyes, and took heavy steps. She just walked closer to him step by step.

Seeing her move, the man seemed to realize something, he hurriedly put out the cigarette, and strode forward.

Ning Meng felt like a century in the short distance of 30 meters from the parking space to the entrance of the corridor.

As the man walked, he unbuttoned his coat. When he came to her, he had already taken off his clothes and put them on her directly. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you get down?"

The tobacco-scented overcoat wrapped in the warmth of his body, and just put it on his body, as if to resist the severe cold for her, prop up a world for her, and gradually warm the limbs that were just cold.

Under the man's overcoat, he only wore a shirt that was thinner than her pajamas, but he didn't seem to feel it, his figure was straight, as if the person who was bent down by something just now, wasn't it? he seems to be...

Ning Meng didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Why are you here?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then replied cautiously: "A little insomnia."

Insomnia……

Insomnia for a week?

He still has to go to work during the day, hold meetings, and deal with various company matters, but he can't sleep at night. Ning Meng doesn't know why he has insomnia, so he continues to ask: "I have insomnia, what are you doing here?"

Huo Beichen looked at her with deep eyes that made people panic. He always felt that there was some kind of magical power in it, which would make people fall if they were not careful.

The man also seemed to be very tired. Ning Meng's heart was full of panic, and he said in a low voice: "The closer you are, the more at ease."

So, he waits downstairs every night just to get closer to her?

Ning Meng didn't understand how his dependence came about, nor did she understand why this man was full of affection for her, but at this moment, in the middle of the night, are these things still important?

It doesn't matter anymore.

She only knew that she didn't want to see him in such a mess, and she was very distressed now.

Ning Meng stretched out her hand to him: "Go up?"

The man paused slightly, as if he didn't expect Ning Meng to let him go upstairs, but he quickly held her hand and smiled, "Okay."

The two walked towards the elevator. No one spoke during the journey, but the clasped hands did not separate.

It wasn't until she entered the warm room that Ning Meng turned her head and looked at him: "Can I ask you a question?"

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