Amid Han Jingnian's doubts, Xia Wan'an suddenly spoke: "374,375,376..."

As the numbers were whispering from her mouth, the words "positive" were written one by one between her fingers.

"405,406,407..." She is still writing.

Han Jingnian glanced at the time on the wall. It was already two o'clock in the morning. He squatted down and gently pulled her arm: "I'm going to sleep..."

She ignored him and her fingers moved rapidly on the wall.

He didn't know how many words "典" she wrote, but when he heard her pronounce "500" again, he said again: "Good night, it's already very late, we're going to bed..."

As he said that, he held her hand that was constantly writing on the wall and wanted to pick her up.

As a result, before his hand was wrapped around his waist, she pushed him away fiercely, then moved to the wall, and continued to raise the handwriting "全": "530,531,532..."

Han Jingnian didn't interrupt her anymore and squatted in the corner with her.

The room was very quiet, and occasionally she spit out a counting sound from her mouth, "594,595,596..."

For the 597th word "典", she only wrote three strokes and stopped.

Then she stared at the place where her fingertips settled, looked at it for a long time before she moved her lips, and her tone was very gentle: "So, she has accumulated so many regular words..."

Han Jingnian didn't know what she meant, "Hmm?"

She seemed to have not heard his voice, and she still stared at the wall intently. After a while, she spoke: "I won't let the first thousand regular characters appear..."

"What is the first thousand positive?"

Xia Wan'an, who was immersed in his thoughts, turned a blind eye to it, "But I don't know if I can hold on until the 999th word appears..."

After saying this, Xia Wan'an fell down beside her body.

Han Jingnian stretched out his hand and caught her in time. She hugged his arm as if she had found a very comfortable support, and she buried her arms in his arms and closed her eyes.

Her light and regular breathing sprayed on his arms, letting him know that she was asleep.

He picked her up carefully and put her on the bed. When he covered her with a quilt, he heard her drunken voice and suddenly murmured: "I'm not a robot..."

"...But even if I am a robot, I will have the day to scrap... I think I'm about to scrap..."

He didn't know exactly what she was going to express, but her words made him feel inexplicably painful.

He didn't move, but just kept covering her with a blanket, lowering his head and staring at her quietly.

He could hear her heartbeat as he was quiet in the room.

He looked at her sleeping face without blinking, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen deeper in her than he had imagined.

On his birthday, when he and she were trapped in the dark room, he thought he was just caring about her, but today he realized that he was in pain and joyful of her... Just like the saying: Love is unknown, and it goes deeper.

Han Jingnian looked at Xia Wan'an in a fixed manner for a while before she flashed her eyelids and possessed her slightly. A light kiss fell on the girl's forehead. When his lips left her skin, he paused for a moment, and a very light voice spit out from his mouth: "Welcome."

Welcome, my heart.
Chapter completed!