Sure enough, she closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, making her face look particularly fair.
But Mo Chuan didn't close his eyes. He lay down next to her, placing his hands on his thighs neatly, not even touching a corner of her clothes.
After sharing the same bed with her for so long, this was the first night that he didn't hold her to sleep.
He found that after she took off his mask, he actually felt like he was being stripped naked, which made him at a loss for what to do.
These days, he has become accustomed to that mask, and he also likes that mask. Wearing the mask, he seems to have become another stranger. He can do things that his true self dare not do, and say things that he dare not say. if.
He sighed again, stood up and picked up the mask that had fallen by the bed. Taking the cold and smooth mask into his hands, he felt his heart settle and put the mask on his face again.
Stretching out his arms, he silently hugged her into his arms.
She did not fall asleep, but she did not resist or struggle. She allowed him to hold her and never opened her eyes.
A sleepless night passed, and the next day, he carried her into the carriage and started on the road again.
Everything seems to be the same as before.
She didn't speak, and neither did he.
It's just that her limbs are free, he no longer binds her, and she can move freely in the carriage, but she knows that she is still a prisoner, just a prisoner in another way.
If there was any difference from before, it was that he no longer sat next to her and guarded her all the time.
She was the only one in the carriage. Listening to the boring sound of the wheels, she leaned on the couch, closed her eyes, and couldn't help but feel drowsy.
Although she kept her eyes closed last night, she never fell asleep. She knew that he didn't fall asleep either.
Lying in his arms, her mind was blank, and she felt empty in her heart.
This feeling of emptiness has always been with her. She feels like she has become a walking zombie. Apart from eating and sleeping, she has no thoughts.
She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to think about it. She fell asleep slowly while listening to the monotonous sound of the wheels in the bumpy carriage.
I don’t know how long passed, but she didn’t wake up until the carriage stopped.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that she was in an inn again. She was lying on a soft and comfortable bed. She knew without asking that these mattresses and other items had been prepared by him in advance. It's not something from the original inn.
She sat up slowly, and there was no other person in the room except her.
This was a bit unexpected, but it made sense after thinking about it.
She had never seen him again since she took off his mask, but she knew that he must have carried her into the room and placed her on the bed.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open.
Shen Ning couldn't help but look in the direction of the door, and saw a teenage boy in a green shirt pushing open the door. He had fine features, but a straight and expressionless face. He didn't even look at her after entering the door.
The young man in green clothes put the food box in his hand on the table and said coldly.
"Let's eat."
His voice was a little shrill, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back, and then closed the door with a bang.