Chapter 1325

"Brother Yuntian, help me." Lan Ting shouted in fear from outside.

Xia Xing raised her hand and pinched her sore forehead, "Go and see, what's wrong with her?"

"kindness."

Yuntian pulled the quilt back up for her, got up and got out of bed.

Opening the door, Lan Ting was like a frightened little animal seeing its savior, and immediately got into his arms with a look of horror.

"Brother Yuntian, help me. I don't know what's going on in my house. It's so scary. It scared me to death."

Xia Xing was woken up and was not asleep. When he heard Lan Ting's words, he frowned and looked up at the door.

Although Yuntian said that he was just a brother and sister to her, how could she not feel the same when Lan Ting knocked on their door openly in the middle of the night, broke into their bedroom, and got into his arms so intimately? mind.

Her heart was still here, but Lan Ting barged in like this. What about when she was not here before?

Did Lan Ting often find various excuses to break into his room in the middle of the night?

A lonely man and a widowed woman, Lan Ting had such thoughts for him. Even if Yuntian didn't mean this, but...

Xia Xing forced herself not to think about it any further, thinking of the five years she had missed and the half-year separation before, when Lan Ting had been by his side so intimately.

But my heart was sour and sad.

Turning over on the bed, he pulled up the quilt and wrapped his head in it.

Over there, Yun Tian suppressed the anger in his heart, frowned and pushed Lan Ting out of his arms, then pushed her directly out of the door and pulled the door shut.

He suppressed his voice and said angrily, "Lanting, what are you talking about?"

Lan Ting looked at him aggrievedly, "I'm not fooling around. There is really something in my house. It keeps running around and making noises. I'm really scared."

Yuntian gritted his teeth, "You'd better not be lying to me."

The door had been closed, and the sounds outside the door gradually disappeared. Xia Xingxing only felt that there was a place in her heart, as if it was blocked by something. The blockage was so severe that even breathing was a little unsmooth.

He lifted the quilt covering his head and stood up, taking a few deep breaths before he seemed to feel better.

Turning his head and looking at the empty space beside him, the warmth he had slept in had gradually disappeared.

A few short strands of his hair remained on the clean set, lying there alone.

The small bedside lamp gave off a warm orange-red light, but she felt cold all over.

She clutched the quilt tightly with her hands and leaned against the bedside. She waited for an unknown amount of time until she fell asleep again, but Yuntian still didn't come back.

Early the next morning, when Xia Xingxing woke up, he immediately turned to look at the place beside him, which was empty.

He reached out and touched it. It was cold, with no remaining body temperature.

Yuntian actually didn't come back all night.

Biting his lip, he got up and got out of the bed, walked out of the bedroom, walked to the guest room and knocked on the door, "Yuntian, Lanting, are you there?"

But there was no sound in the house. I knocked a few more times, but there was still no response.

Holding the door handle with a little force, he pushed the door open. It was deserted and deserted, and the quilt on the bed was still messy in the corner.

Did they go out together last night? Or did Yuntian stay with her all night last night and go out in the morning?

The hand on his side couldn't help but tighten, and he turned around and walked out.