Xiao Yu turned and looked at Milo. "Didn't you know that every archaeologist lives in the past? We live and try to relive our past." She chuckled and shook her head. "Actually, would you believe me if i told you that I have an old soul? I've always had a knack for things in the past. Sometimes they make me feel more alive than the things we have now. BUT I love my technology, don't forget that." She smiled as she moved around gathering his dishes. "You full or do you want more? There is plenty more." She set his bowl on the counter should he want more. For her she was not done. She grabbed her bowl and ate while she paced behind him.<br/><br/><br/>Milo seemed to be so interested in the picture of the man and the wheelchair. If she was honest with herself, the man in the photo truly looked like Yi Long in a different time era. But it wasn't the man that bother her, it was the wheelchair. It made her feel funny inside, it made her feel complete. How on Earth could a wheelchair make Xiao Yu feel as if she found a missing piece of herself? She must have not slept well enough last night or she was letting her imagination get the better of her. Maybe it was a side effect of being alone all the time and then suddenly forced to spend a lot of hours with a handsome guy. Sometimes Xiao Yu did want to have someone to cuddle with at night and she bet Milo was a great cuddler. Wait, why was she thinking that? She hardly even knew him!<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Wuqing woke up the next morning to Lengxie turning away very quickly as if he had been watching her sleep. her heart beat quickened as she tried not to read his thoughts but they called out to her loudly: I wish I could be lying next to you, Wuqing. Her cheeks flushed to know that he wanted to be laying next to her. The other part was Wuqing would have liked to wake up from a night of sleeping on his chest then waking up and looking down on his face. Wuqing always wanted to trace Lengxie's features again. She use to do it a lot as a girl, but as they grew older she stopped.<br/><br/><br/>Wuqing pushed her self up and noticed how he struggled with the decision to help or not. he didn't but that was alright, she didn't really want him to. After she sat up she yawned, covered her face and cleared her throat. "Oh goodness, did Lin xianshang get sent home?"<br/><br/><br/>"He did. Zhuiming and Tieshou sent him home."<br/><br/><br/>"Good." She relaxed. "Good."<br/><br/><br/>"You are worried about him?"<br/><br/><br/>"A little, but it's more for you. i don't want him telling anyone what he saw last night."<br/><br/><br/>"Wuqing, I don't think he will."<br/><br/><br/>"But, Lengxie, he..." She couldn't bring herself to say she knew An Bo liked her. "You're probably right. i should still go see him."