Such a bargain.
He leaned over slightly, his eyes flashed a deep blue, and then he put his hands on the side of the pillow and propped himself up.
He asked softly:
"Can you... fall in love with me?"
The eyelashes of the person below trembled, and finally slowly opened his eyes. A pair of clear and gentle brown pupils stared at him intently, with inexplicable emotions.
The young man blinked his slender and thick eyelashes, and small soft dimples appeared on his white and tender cheeks.
He leaned over slightly, put his hands on her shoulders, climbed onto the bed unhurriedly, buried his beautiful cheeks in the crescent of her neck, and rubbed her gently, his voice was as soft as usual: "Lian, you Wake up."
After a pause, he said softly again:
"You're awake, why are you pretending to be asleep?"
Yu Chu let him hug her, stared blankly at the ceiling, and thought blankly—
Of course it is... to know your thoughts.
Tossing and turning all night, worrying about the pain of the other person walking, wondering if the knife will penetrate the body... I was thinking in a daze, what does it mean when it is stabbed in the body, and what does it mean if it does not.
Until that light kiss on the forehead, and the boy's sigh-like voice...
Everything is settled.
The boy propped himself up from her body, squinting his beautiful ice blue eyes to look at her. Yu Chu looked back in a daze, feeling a little confused for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"It's good to wake up."
The pretty boy suddenly smiled.
In the twinkling eyes, it seemed as if peach blossoms were floating in March and April, with a touch of lingering and bright, An Moer gently took her wrist, and fixed it on top of her head with one hand, with a strange smile in his smile. means.
The slender and fair fingers tapped her lightly, the boy's eyes dimmed, and he said in a low voice:
"I can do this for you, you obviously don't hate me, why do you have to..."
He didn't go on.
Yu Chu shook his head subconsciously, "I..."
"Lian, don't say it." The young man suddenly smiled slightly, and there were soft dimples looming on his beautiful white and tender cheeks. He said softly: "You said you don't like me... I don't want to hear such words."
He bent his eyes, looked at her quietly with watery ice blue pupils, and said softly:
"I, like you the most."
The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide.
She looked at An Moer in disbelief.
A slender white hand stretched out and gently covered her eyes. The boy's voice was soft and authentic:
"Lian, what should I do? I really like you so much, I really want to hide you, only I can see..."