After eating, Mo Xiaoxiao was dragged by Xiao Menghan to the coconut grove at the back of the villa. They were not too far away from the villa, and could even hear Wang Shitou's singing voice in the dining hall when he was in high spirits.

"Xiao Yan, I will leave this place for a period of time."

"Where to?" He was currently dressed in a purple casual suit, looking lazy and noble. Each time he raised his hand, there was an enchanting aura about him, and at this moment, his eyes were gently looking at her.

With great effort, he suppressed his heart throbbing. He turned his head to look at the coconut grove and asked worriedly, "Did something happen at the company?"

He also felt that it would be more convenient for him to have Han Yong stay and take care of Mo Xiaoxiao. If Doctor Miao needed someone to study the poison, Xiao Meng Han knew that he was the best candidate. After all, Miao Siqing was her grandson.

He lowered his head and chuckled. He didn't want to worry her, "It's just that Grandpa's body isn't feeling well, so I want to go back and see. Your body isn't suitable for a long journey.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at Xiao Meng Han and tried her best to recall her first impression of him. Her face suddenly blushed; he had actually used ice cubes to serve her.

He turned his head and looked at the sea in the distance. Listening to the faint sound of waves in the air, he asked in a low voice, "You really can't tell me and you don't need to waste time trying to explain. Do you know, every time you say something to me that isn't true, you will smile very elegantly? But the blood in your body doesn't flow with gentle blood."

Xiao Menghan was silent, he did not know how to lie to her, but he did not agree with her. That was the thing that consumed his brain cells the most.

"No matter what it is, I know you aren't doing it for yourself." Mo Xiaoxiao smiled at Xiao Meng Han, her two hands gently holding his face. The next second, she stood on her tiptoes, while he bent his head down.

The setting sun shone down from the sea, enveloping their figures. The two figures slowly embraced each other as his lips trembled and he kissed her lips.

The sweetness from the memories that he had missed countless times once again appeared clearly.

His body was trembling, afraid that this was just a dream. After waking up, he was once again wrapped in a cold blanket.

Suddenly, Xiao Meng Han's lips started to hurt as she tasted her own blood.

"This is thanks to the ice in the hotel."

It turned out that she remembered Xiao Meng Han's enchanting smile as she used both hands to hold up the smiling face and gently kissed it.

Han Yong stood at the dining room's window and looked through the transparent glass at the figure that was embracing and kissing. A deep pain slowly seeped into his heart.

"Mister Han, Sister Xiao Yan is really blessed." Sima Yun Shu stood beside Han Yong with a glass of wine in her hand. She also saw the pair of silhouettes.

It was a pity that elder sister Xiao Yan was pregnant and Mr Xiao was unable to give her an open and honorable status.

Sima Yunshu sighed and thought of the sea of trees.

Han Yong turned around and left, ignoring Sima Yunshu's implied words. He would not destroy Mo Xiaoxiao and Xiao Menghan, he wished more than anyone that they would be happy and not have any more frustrations, because Xiao Menghan deserved more warmth and love from home than any man.

Along the way, she buried her face into Xiao Meng Han's chest, she didn't dare to use any force to touch his chest wound, and she heard his powerful heartbeat. Even through the gauze and clothes, she could still smell the scent of blood on his body.

The night was getting more and more beautiful. A half-moon hung in the sky, the sea was quietly churning with shallow waves, the sea was scouring the beach with traces of stairs, a coconut breeze was blowing, and the half-open window curtain was being blown, concealing the voices of the two who were whispering in the window side by side.

"Before I met you, I had already forgotten in my memory that night was actually more beautiful than day. At that time, whenever night fell, I would lose myself, and then wake up in the morning with an empty mind and the pain of my body being crushed and put together again. At that time, I had never given up, and I used every method at my disposal to remember how the night spent, how all methods were so fragile before nightfall.

Xiao Meng Han gently hugged her from behind and placed her chin on her shoulder, narrating the story of his heart that had never been opened to others.

"Only now do I know, in front of you, night is so fragile and vulnerable. I've always felt that I'm vile and unforgivable, and I'm even more afraid of waking up one day and facing myself who can't take it all, or the bottomless abyss. There's simply too many possibilities of making that sensitive, fragile nerve become tenacious through endless use of all sorts of knowledge."

He could imagine in his mind what Xiao Meng Han had to face as a child, how he crawled over step by step, no wonder he did not even frown from the pain, no wonder he could stubbornly and stubbornly encircle himself around him.

Hate, or another kind of feeling, Mo Xiaoxiao lowered her head and asked herself a question in her heart.

Had she really been indifferent to him at all?

This answer was something that Silent Xiaoxiao suddenly did not want to know. She tilted her head slightly to the side and leaned it against his head. She could feel his warm hand slowly stroking her bulging stomach.

The child in his stomach was responding to his caress at this moment. It was such a warm feeling.

The father and son were communicating through her belly. Her throat was choked with emotions. The three of them were together, and at this moment, they had never felt like home before.

They were both lonely, lonely, and their souls that clung to each other were all injured, yet they had to be strong again and again. In this world, there was no one who lived easier than them. It was just that some people hysterically pushed everything onto others, while others silently grit their teeth and hardened themselves after a single fall.

Xiao Meng Han not only became strong, but he also used herself to prove to him that he lived for what?