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Chapter 105

    

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The couple, one on XiaoXiao's left and the other on her right.

Yang Chen tried to sleep as far from the edge of the bed as possible so that Qin Xi wouldn't misunderstand.

The room was very quiet, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.

However, Yang Chen couldn't fall asleep no matter what. There was a faint fragrance in the room, just like Qin Xi's scent. This made Yang Chen, who was full of youthful energy, restless.

On the other side, Qin Xi was also unable to sleep. Since she was sensible, besides that night of intimacy with Yang Chen five years ago, this was her first time lying in bed with a man.

The next morning at five o'clock, Yang Chen woke up on time. Years of military life had already made it a habit.

Dim light streamed through the window into the room. Yang Chen lowered his head and saw a stunning face, long hair cascading casually behind her.

Qin Xi was lying on Yang Chen's arm. Her two arms, like white lotus roots, were still around Yang Chen's neck.

Then looking at Xiaoxiao, she didn't know when she had rolled to their feet.

Yang Chen was also a twenty-seven-year-old rookie. Qin Xi, such a beautiful woman, hung on him, and it was the morning when energy was most abundant. Such a seductive scene was simply torture for Yang Chen.

He struggled to calm himself, repeatedly confirming that he was still on the edge of the bed before letting out a sigh of relief.

Qin Xi was sleeping soundly, unaware of when she would wake up. For the first time in five years, Yang Chen had given up his morning exercise.

I don't know how long it had been, Qin Xi just woke up. Opening her eyes, she saw a familiar face right in front of her. The man's heavy breathing hit her face, warm and comforting.

She felt a warm touch on her arms and legs, and she was startled. She pushed Yang Chen away with all her might.

"Damn you, what did you do to me" Qin Xi was blushing with anger, her eyes still misty.

Yang Chen, who had been pretending to be asleep, could no longer keep it up and had to open his eyes.

"Xiao Xi, what are you talking about" Yang Chen pretended not to know, rubbing his drowsy eyes as if he really didn't know anything.

Qin Xi's reaction was purely a reflex. Seeing Yang Chen's puzzled look, her anger gradually subsided. She glanced at her daughter sleeping at her feet and then at Yang Chen who was still sleeping on the edge of the big bed.

She replayed the scene from when she first opened her eyes in her mind. Suddenly, she understood. It wasn't that Yang Chen had taken advantage of her, but that she herself had burrowed into his arms. Thinking about this, she felt a surge of shame and anger, her face flushing red.

"Xiao Xi, did you have a nightmare" Yang Chen pretended to be worried.

Qin Xi stared fiercely at Yang Chen, gritting her teeth: "Yes! I dreamt that you rascal wanted to take advantage of me!"

After leaving that sentence, Qin Xi went to the bathroom to wash up.

Yang Chen secretly let out a breath of relief, fortunately he had pretended to be asleep just now, otherwise it would have been hard to explain.

When the family of three came downstairs, Zhou Yucui was already watching television. Qin Xi went to the kitchen looking for food, but discovered that it had all been eaten. There was even an empty bowl in the sink.

There used to be a cook at home, but she quit because she couldn't stand Zhou Y cuì's temper.

After that, Zhou Ycucui cooked every day by herself. Qin Xi looked at the empty bowls and plates, and knew what was going on.

The kitchen showed clear signs that breakfast had been cooked, but there were no leftover dishes. It was obvious that Zhou Y Cuit only made her own.also noticed the onlookers and said with a sarcastic face: "This woman's name is Qin Xi, you might not have heard of her name, but there's one thing you should know, five years ago, the woman who clai...