The next morning, it was just dawn and the boy got up.

He didn't get up because he woke up, and he basically didn't close his eyes that night.

The boy soon tasted the consequences of agreeing to sleep with Ania with her. When the two of them were lying on the bed together, Ania's petite, soft body exuding a trace of milky fragrance was leaning in his arms, he realized that he had completely underestimated Ania's attraction to him, a young boy.

Obviously, when the two of them were standing, the boy hugged Ania without any strange thoughts in his heart, but when he lay on the bed together and Ania got into his arms, various thoughts appeared in his heart inexplicably.

Although he kept telling himself that Ainia was a daughter and that being a father could not have bad thoughts about her daughter, he knew better that there was no blood relationship between them. This verbal relationship could not be established immediately as long as one party did not admit it. The softness and faint fragrance in his arms stimulated the boy's hormones. The more he told himself not to think about going to bed faster, the less he could calm down. The distracting thoughts in his mind were full of distractions, and many strange things that he had fantasized in the past jumped out of his mind. The trivial things he had forgotten followed one after another. All kinds of messy thoughts made him feel that he was overwhelmed, and he was in a state of extreme sober but confused thoughts all night.

Seeing that the sky was slightly brighter and had been persisting for a night and didn't even dare to move, the boy immediately felt that he had a legitimate reason to get up, and inexplicably felt like he had survived the disaster.

Carefully breaking free from the entanglement of Anya's limbs, the boy washed up and found that he did not have dark circles because he had not had a good night's sleep, but he still gave himself a magic to refresh himself, making him look less tired.

After washing up, I saw that it was still early. Ania was still lying on the bed and sleeping. Her arms, which were as white as lotus roots, were even more eye-catching in the morning light. Looking at Ania's sleeping face for a long time, the boy resisted the idea of ​​touching his head and went out to the cafeteria to get food.

After the boy left, Ania rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed. After yawning, she began to rub her shoulders and neck and slowly changed her pajamas.

Of course, it is impossible for the boy to wake up Ania without waking up Ania. Because of the lack of parental care, Ania also lacks a sense of security. Even though she has received psychological contact with the boy, her body cannot fully adapt to this close contact. Therefore, when the boy moves and is about to get up, Ania wakes up at the same time.

But Ania did not open her eyes immediately to say hello to the boy. She wanted to see what the boy would do when she was asleep, but nothing unexpectedly surprising happened.

Secretly observing his father who is the same as usual, Ainia felt that this was the right person she liked, and she felt a little disappointed.

Of course, I have to make a statement that she was definitely not disappointed because the boy did not do anything strange to her, she was just disappointed because she did not see the other side of the boy who was unknown.

"It's not as comfortable as I imagined, but I feel that it makes people feel so hard..." Ania didn't sleep as well. The scene of her originally expected lying in a warm and wide-skinned arms full of security did not appear at all. Although she would not feel uneasy about the teenager getting closer because of social phobia, when the two of them were lying in bed together, she still couldn't ignore it at all.

It has been seven years since my mother passed away, and during this period, Ania never had any physical contact with anyone, let alone lying on the same bed and spending the night together.

"Maybe I shouldn't have been in my dad's arms." Ania thought for a while, and this is the biggest reason why she felt uncomfortable.

Although the physical contact with the boy made Ania feel shy uncontrollably, this did not affect her falling asleep in the end. The long time she spent with the boy allowed her to feel relieved after the initial random thoughts and urged her to fall asleep in a deep sleep.

What really makes Ania uncomfortable is that the boy's body is not that comfortable. Many film and television literary works describe the woman's beloved men and women lying together, and they will let the woman sleep on the man's arms. Ania suddenly remembered this last night, so she pulled the boy's arms to put on the slap. At first, Ania felt that the description in those works was correct, and it really felt quite safe and comfortable, but after being woken up by the boy's arms in the middle of the night, she changed her opinion.

Is this posture actually a torture?

I've been pressed by me all the time. I wonder if my father is also uncomfortable?

While thinking about this, Ainia slowly changed her clothes and began to wash up.

Because she didn't stay up late to play games last night, although Ania didn't sleep well and kept yawning after getting up, she was still in good spirits. However, she was used to staying up late, and now she suddenly went to bed early and got up early. Ania was a little psychologically uncomfortable.

So after washing up, Ania began to consider whether to go back and sleep for a while.

After all, lack of sleep is the enemy of a girl's beautiful face. Although there are various magics, more people in society recently believe that natural sleep is the best for the human body.

Ania swayed to the edge of the bed, and was hesitating whether to lie down or make the bed, the boy came back.

"Aniya, are you awake? Just come and have a meal soon." The boy walked in with two large bags of food that cost five people. These were bought for Anya.

Ania yawned and sat down at the table. At this time, the boy had already arranged the food.

"Did you sleep well last night?" the boy sat down opposite Ania and asked casually.

"It's okay..." Ania picked up the food closest to her and started eating. Although she didn't feel shy when she slept last night, her heartbeat inexplicably when talking about this in broad daylight, so she accelerated her eating speed and tried to make the boy stop talking about this.

"Aniya, about the illusion of creating the devil's illusion in other places we talked about last night..." Fortunately, the boy didn't care much, and he just asked casually out of the care of his elders for his children, using these gossips to open up topics and chat.

Ania knocked on the bowl and interrupted the boy: "Dad, why don't you eat? You should eat more too. You are too thin, so it's better to eat more weight and softness."

"Ah?" The boy who was about to talk about his business was a bit inexplicable by Ania's sudden words.

"You are too hard, it makes people feel so uncomfortable, and they haven't even had a good sleep." Ania pointed to the boy's arm.

"Uh... I'm sorry." The young man apologized obediently. He didn't take this matter very important. After all, Ania was not too different from him, and he couldn't treat Ania as a daughter without any strange thoughts. He felt that he wouldn't sleep with Ania again in the future, so there was no need to care much about this matter.

Ania nodded with satisfaction and lowered her head to continue eating.

The boy was about to continue the topic just now, but he heard Xiweiya's slap in the door outside the door: "Hey hey! Have you got up? Come out quickly! Where has your father been in Anya?!"

He glanced at Ania, and the young man took back the words he was about to discuss and walked over to open the door.
Chapter completed!