Chapter 2327 - 2238: Who Is That Gentle Touch in This Life 8

Wubai went home after breakfast and his parents were also having breakfast.

"Where did you run off to? I saw your car, but not you. Have you eaten?" Huanhuan stood up to ask, planning to get the kitchen to add a set of cutlery for him.

"I ate at Hua Hua’s house," Wubai waved his hand and pointed upstairs. "I’ll go upstairs to see if Little Ai is awake."

Huanhuan said, "Perfect, if she’s awake, ask her to come down for breakfast. The kitchen prepared something delicious just for her. That girl, I don’t know if she’s shy, she doesn’t dare to eat with us. I thought I sounded friendly, it’s a failure."

Wubai had already gone upstairs. He pushed open his bedroom door, sunlight poured over the bed, and on the bed there seemed to be a sleeping beauty, her quiet sleeping pose, an indescribable feeling.

Wubai took off his leather shoes, slipped on a pair of slippers from the wardrobe, and then walked to the bed, propping his hands on either side of her shoulders, leaning down to gaze at her.

Stole a sweet kiss.

Seeing her sleep so soundly, he couldn’t bear to wake her up. Instead, he took off his coat, climbed under the covers, and held her in his arms.

Maybe it was the sudden cold air that froze her, or his movements woke her. Little Ai rubbed her eyes and looked at him, "Wubai?"

"Awake, sleeping beauty?" Wubai hooked her chin, met the sleeping beauty’s lips, and gave a firm peck.

"You’re back?" She wasn’t fully awake, lazily trying to roll over, but her plaster cast on her leg hadn’t been removed. Her leg couldn’t move randomly, which made her movement very inconvenient. Little Ai yawned and rubbed her eyes again, the sun shone on her face, not piercing, but her eyes used to the dark still felt a bit of a sting.

She wanted to stretch but her arms were held, unable to extend.

Could only fumble around on the bed.

"Looking for something?" Wubai quietly observed her every move.

"Phone," Little Ai said. "What time is it? Help me find it, where’s my phone?"

"Pregnant and still keeping the phone by the bed, want the radiation to harm my child?" Wubai said with a laugh while handing the phone to her, "It’s already eight o’clock!"

The smile hadn’t completely blossomed when his expression turned dark, like a broken cloud, "Why are you touching my things?"

His gaze fell on the bedside table, which held several photo albums and a diary.

Those were his personal belongings!

Little Ai’s mind went blank for a second because of his tone, and she was completely awake.

She looked at Wubai, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward and stagnant.

Wubai got up from the bed, quickly tidied up the photo albums and diary, put them in the cabinet under the table, and even locked it directly, saying, "Don’t randomly rummage through other people’s things, it’s very impolite."

Then he felt his tone was too harsh, and Wubai instantly became restless, thinking about it, he went straight to the bathroom, as if avoiding something, not emerging for a long time.

Little Ai sat on the bed, dazed, feeling... indescribable.

Actually... actually, she comforted herself last night, telling herself it was nothing, it’s all in the past.

Those photo albums and that diary recorded the bits and pieces of a boy growing into a teenager, not in detail, but with many noteworthy verbs. It was Wubai’s private stuff, unwilling to let anyone touch it.

That diary also contained the thoughts of a young boy, secretly liking a girl.