Late at night, when he turned to look at the sleeping woman in his arms, Locke's loving eyes were full of tenderness. He stretched out his hands to tuck the quilt for the woman, and leaned over to stare. The woman's big eyes that flickered during the day were tightly closed, and her slightly upturned nose moved rhythmically with her breathing. Every time she made a mistake, Locke would gently pinch her nose and call her "little fool." As if she felt Locke's gaze, the woman frowned and curled her lips. A smile appeared on Locke's lips, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
"Cold!" Locke's hot lips were frostbitten by the mat. She woke up from her dream and stared at the empty things in her arms. "Impossible, I just felt it so clearly!" Locke waved his hands unwillingly, trying to catch any trace of her existence.
There was a "boom" sound, which was the box on the bedside being knocked over, and things scattered all over the floor. Locke had always had the habit of leaning on the bedside to read, and things were often piled up. The woman carefully found a cardboard box and put everything in it.
At this moment, Locke was completely awake. "Xiaolan" she whispered the woman's name, sitting helplessly on the bedside. The night was so dark. In the darkness, only the cigarette butt at the corner of Locke's mouth was flashing brightly and dimly. "You once said that as long as I don't abandon you, you will never leave me. But now, why do you want to leave me again?"
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