You can fall asleep quickly after drinking alcohol, but in fact, the quality of sleep is not very good.
Tao Ling woke up because he was thirsty. He sat halfway in a daze, took a sip of the water by the head of the bed, and was stunned after drinking it—when was this water put here
After two seconds, he suddenly woke up.
He was asleep, what about Wen Qingying
He got out of bed in a hurry, went out of the bedroom door and looked at the living room, and suddenly it was quiet.
Tao Ling likes to lie down on the sofa and read a book, and sometimes he will fall asleep when he looks at it, so Tao Jun installed a night light next to the sofa to prevent him from being inconvenient in the middle of the night.
At this time, the pale yellow light reflected a small area. Wen Qingying was sitting in the corner of the sofa, leaning on the backrest with her head tilted, half of her face was shrouded in faint light.
Sleeping Yan was extremely quiet.
Tao Ling walked over slowly. He wanted to wake him up and go to sleep in the room, but after squatting beside him for a while, he saw that he was sleeping too soundly, so he gave up.
After a long while, Tao Ling went back to the house and hugged the pillow and quilt.
He half-knelt on the ground, helped Wen Qingying take off his slippers, gently moved his legs to the sofa, put a pillow behind his head, adjusted his sleeping position, and finally covered him with a quilt.
Wen Qingying's sleep quality made Tao Ling extremely envious. During this whole process, his breathing was not disturbed from beginning to end.
But it was precisely because of his deep sleep that Tao Ling felt a lot more at ease.
Looking at him unscrupulously, it seems that the unbearable thing in my heart has become safe. It is shrouded in the night, and even if the affection flows into a river, it will not be discovered.
As long as you don't open your chest, you can hide it forever if you like it.
Tao Ling continued to be on the edge of the sofa. He was tired from half-kneeling. In the end, he simply sat down, put his hands on the edge of the sofa, and stared blankly at Wen Qingying sleeping.
How much distance is there from liking to liking
Tao Ling couldn't figure it out.
In a daze, Wen Qingying suddenly seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows locked involuntarily, his teeth clenched violently, not knowing whether it was because of anger or pain, he clenched his fists, his chest heaved a few times, and his breathing changed. Very hasty.
Tao Ling was startled and knelt up straight, thinking he was about to wake up. But Wen Qingying just distorted her face for a while, and then gradually calmed down, only her eyebrows were still slightly wrinkled.
But a few minutes later, his whole person suddenly changed. He was calm and graceful just now, but at this time he looked extremely fragile and pale.
Tao Ling felt uncomfortable, but couldn't do anything. After observing for a moment, he confirmed that Wen Qingying was still in a dream. He leaned down as if suddenly possessed, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
Are you addicted to touching someone you like
Tao Ling didn't know, and he had never felt it before. He just indulged in the late night when no one knew. Holding his breath, his lips trembled slightly, and he kissed Wen Qingying's forehead and then between his brows.
Finally, in a heartbeat that became more and more uncontrollable, he got up in a hurry and went to the bathroom.
Too rude.
Tao Ling took a pool of cold water, sighed and buried his face in it, his fingers still shaking. He felt that Qingying was a clean gentleman like jade, while he was a despicable and shameless villain.
The self-loathing came so violently that it almost ripped through his heart.
A quarter of an hour later, Tao Ling rubbed a hot towel out and wiped the fine sweat from Wen Qingying's forehead.
Perhaps it was because she felt more comfortable after washing her face, and Wen Qingying's eyebrows gradually relaxed.
"Wen Qingying, good night, I dream of dreaming." In the soft night, a hoarse voice sounded.
The next day when the alarm clock rang, Tao Ling woke up and found that Wen Qingying had left. Not only did he leave, but the dining room and kitchen were cleaned up.
There was a bowl of porridge on the table, still hot, and a glass of juice.
A note was pressed under the cup, which read: "Sir, I'm leaving, thank you for the hospitality. You can take a hot bath before going to work. The juice is honey lemonade, which can relieve hangover headaches. Unauthorized entry into the cupboard of Mr. things, sorry."
After he finished speaking, he made a note as usual, with a small flower next to his name.
How early is this
Tao Ling felt a little distressed, and was surprised by the way. It turned out that he slept so deeply in the second half of the night.
While drinking porridge, I recalled what happened last night. Most of the scenes before going to bed for the first time could not be remembered. I vaguely remembered taking Wen Qingying to the study. What happened in the middle of waking up was incomparably clear, so clear that Tao Ling spurned him once again.
After eating and going to work, the door was still open when I passed the flower shop.
From the class until noon, Tao Ling's heart remained empty, and it was not until he stood in the corridor behind the religious center that he suddenly realized that this matter was too simple.
It's just because I didn't see Wen Qingying in the morning.
You fucking finished Tao Ling.
Tao Ling thought.
The moon was bright last night, and it was clear for the first half of the day, but suddenly the wind picked up in the afternoon. The windows were wide open, and it was cloudy outside, and the wind rolled in and lifted the papers on the desk, chaotic.
There was a courier at his feet, which Tao Ling picked up after lunch.
At that time, when he got his hands and looked at the sender, he was full of anger. When he returned to the office, no matter what it was, he threw it on the ground and it was over.
Before leaving get off work, Teacher Zhang held the teacup and said with a smile, "Mr. Tao, are you not feeling well during this time?"
Tao Ling was stunned, and then heard him say: "Is your mood not as calm as before? I thought your life had some new color, but it doesn't look like it these two days."
Still not waiting for him to speak, Teacher Zhang said again, "I just said it smoothly, and Teacher Tao doesn't need to say anything if he doesn't want to."
After a while, Tao Ling smiled: "Mr. Zhang, I always wanted to say, you see things clearly."
"What's transparent or not?" Teacher Zhang waved his hand and laughed, "It's people who have seen more than 20 years than you. You young people have the ability and ambition. Are you willing? But when your mind is overwhelmed, you will definitely feel sad. It depends on your choice."
After saying these words slowly, Teacher Zhang sorted out the things on his own and got off work humming a little tune.
After sitting quietly for a while, Tao Ling also packed up. Before leaving the office, Xia Chaoyang suddenly sent a message: "Junior Brother Tao, I have to ask you to help bring things home."
As soon as he said this, Tao Ling confirmed his guess. Tomorrow Tao Jun's birthday, this thing is for Tao Jun.
What gift do you give when you die
Tao Ling was a little impatient, hesitated for a moment, but still took the courier out of the building.
As soon as we arrived at the school gate, the raindrops began to fall, and when we crossed the zebra crossing, the torrential rain poured down almost immediately.
Tao Lingji took a few steps and saw that the flower stand at the door of the flower shop was empty, and Wen Qingying was standing at the door looking over here.
The moment he stepped into the store, Wen Qingying lightly stroked his arm as if welcoming, he continued to walk in, and Wen Qingying closed the glass door behind him.
"My God, this rain is like dog days." Tao Ling threw the small box on the table and patted the water droplets on his body. Wen Qingying didn't know when she came here, so she took a clean towel and wiped it for him.
Tao Ling looked up at Wen Qingying, and seeing him again after a hangover made him feel like he had lived again.
Maybe it was because she didn't sleep well last night, but Wen Qingying was wearing a little dark blue now, but she didn't look tired. He took his mobile phone and typed, revealing his little tiger teeth: "Sir came in just in time, this should be the last rainstorm this year."
"Yeah," Tao Ling said with a smile without using his mobile phone, "Winter will really come when this rain is over."