Song Heng lowered his eyes and looked down at his slippers wet with water.
Of course he knew, but he was used to taking a medicine every time he couldn't sleep. Otherwise, he will be unable to sleep all night, and the next morning, when he has a splitting headache, it is the time when he is most unable to control his emotions.
Su Kui saw his thoughts and walked over and gently took his hand, "Can't sleep?"
Song Heng nodded. For no reason, with her, he rarely got sick and his mentality was quite calm. This made Song Heng dependent on her involuntarily and wanted to get close to her.
"Then you can't take medicine either!" Su Kui took the medicine bottle from his hand and put it back. "If you can, I hope you can quit these medicines. If you can, you'd better not take them. ?"
Song Heng looked at her worried eyes, pursed his lips, and slowly nodded.
Okay, don't eat.
What she said is what she said.
Song Heng caught the only sunshine, and didn't want to let go.
"I'll sleep with you, don't be afraid, huh?"
Su Kui took his hand and slowly led the person back.
Accompany or sleep with him? !
Song Heng's pupils are slightly enlarged, who is following Su Kui. What does it mean to sleep with him? Even if he rarely goes out, he is not a fool. He has known since childhood that men and women cannot sleep together unless they have a relationship.
but--
He looked at the woman wearing a white nightdress with her long hair lazily draped over her shoulders, and his heart moved slightly.
He wanted to be with her--
Su Kui felt that taking care of Song Heng by herself was like taking care of her own child. Holding it in the hand for fear of falling, holding it in the mouth for fear of melting, but that's all.
Song Heng lay on the inside. He slept very well, lying flat, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, sleeping in a straight and upright position.
Su Kui laughed and laughed, "Is it comfortable to sleep?"
Song Heng nodded slowly, smelling the light scent of her body, and feeling comfortable no matter how she sleeps.
Only a small wall lamp was turned on in the bedroom. Under the dim light, Su Kui supported her cheek with one hand, covered her lips and yawned, with water lingering in her eyes.
"Go to sleep." She turned off the light and patted him lightly with one hand on him.
If there is a whisper like nothing, I don't know what song she sings, I only know that it is low and soft, like a spring breeze, which is very comfortable.
Song Heng slept extremely comfortably. Even after taking medicine, he has never slept so deeply. Moreover, every time after taking the medicine, after waking up, the pain in the head will become worse, almost exploding.
The unbearable pain made him vent only through violent means.
When Song Heng woke up, the woman was still asleep. He rolled over carefully, lay on his face, and stared at her sleeping face unblinkingly.
She was a little childish when she was sleeping, she looked younger than her actual age, her pink lips were slightly open, her breathing was light, and a strand of curly hair fell on her cheek.
She seemed to be a little itchy, her eyelashes moved, Song Heng's thoughts flashed, and in the next moment, before he could react, he gently brushed the curly hair from her cheek.
Then, she continued to look at her sleeping face in a daze.
The warm sunlight cannot penetrate the heavy curtains. The young man’s delicate pale face is half buried in the pillow, and his beautiful peachy eyes staring at the woman beside him unblinking, the corners of his lips can be called quiet. Smile.
Recently, Su Kui discovered that Song Heng medicine is almost quitting, but he seems to be obsessed with another thing.