"You feel cool and comfortable."
Jiang Beiyuan rubbed against the girl's shoulder.
The scent of a girl after taking a bath is sultry. He likes to smell her body, it is milky and fresh.
"I really like you."
Yan Nian: "..."
It's not intentional, it's intentional. Do you want to tease her to death by saying this
"I really like you."
Jiang Beiyuan said again, his nasal voice is so strong and he talks so much.
Yan Nian hummed, and the tips of his pink ears turned red at some point. It only took a little bit to light them up.
"I like you too."
If this was a confession, then she would say it just once.
Whether he remembers it or not tomorrow, it doesn't matter.
All she knew was that this feeling was great and solid, and she wanted to hold him like this forever.
Jiang Beiyuan, he was the first, and probably the last, person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
…
The early morning sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains.
The light gradually spread to the white bed, cutting into the eyebrows of the man on the bed. He was handsome and elegant, and the fluffy bangs on his forehead were a little messy.
Perhaps he was struck by the sun, so he frowned and raised one arm to rest on his eyes, revealing only the high bridge of his nose and thin lips.
Blooming jasmine flowers and four-season crabapples are placed on the windowsill.
When blown by the wind, the fragrance of flowers overflows and is refreshing.
Facing the fragrance of flowers, the man fell asleep again.
until-
The dull and urgent ringing of the phone interrupted the tranquility of the room.
The phone rang three times.
"Hello?"
The man's voice when he first woke up was still hoarse and lazy, but it didn't have the tenderness of yesterday.
The voice on the other end of the phone was roughened by time, "Xiaojiang, why haven't you come to the hospital yet? Didn't we agree that you would be the surgeon for the thoracoscopic surgery on bed 3?"
"Yeah, busy."
"Busy? What are you busy with?"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan ignored Wang Shuang, slipped his finger, and the phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
He turned to look out the window.
It was already bright.
The chirping of cicadas on the trees is accompanied by the sound of birds outside the window, signaling a bright new day.
This is Yan Nian's flower shop, he knows.
He was still covered with three quilts, and now he was covered in sweat.
He knew that he had been drinking last night, he also knew that he had a fever, and he also knew that Xu Kuangjie drove him to Yan Nian Flower Shop.
As for the subsequent memories, there are some fragments, but it seems that she took good care of him. At least now he is refreshed and not as tired and tired as yesterday.
Jiang Beiyuan folded his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes again.
I do not want to get up.
I want to stay here forever.
When a person's laziness comes up, it is also fatal. He will also be lazy sometimes, not to mention that he is waiting for Yan Nian to come in.
Since I took care of him last night, I will definitely come and see him in the morning.
After waiting for a long time, Yan Nian was not there.
Jiang Beiyuan then got up and went to her bathroom to wash up, using her toothbrush and her body wash.
There is a clean set of men's clothes on the dressing table on the side of the bathroom.
It seemed that he had expected that he would come in to wash up.
He smiled and saw that the razor was ready for him. The girl still had some conscience.
After everything was packed up, Jiang Beiyuan opened the door and walked out.
He Huaiguang was the only one working outside.
"You're awake."
While He Huaiguang was talking, he finally turned on the speaker confidently and boldly, playing the most dazzling national style of Cidaci. He Huaiguang played it for the flowers. Scientific research shows that flowers that listen to music grow better than flowers that do not listen to music.
(End of chapter)