Jiang Lu's hair was half dry, and some water dripped down from the ends of his hair. He grabbed the towel and wiped it while walking out, but he never thought that Qi An'an was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom.
Seeing him come out, she stared at him without blinking.
Immediately, Jiang Lu's hand stopped there, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do next.
But he couldn't stand still, he opened his lips slightly: "An'an..."
Seeing that Jiang Lu's hand wiping his hair stopped, Qi An'an looked at him hesitantly, and immediately stood up positively, with bright eyes: "Do you want me to wipe your hair for you?"
"… Need not."
Qi Anan nodded, then sat back obediently, still looking at him.
Jiang Lu felt unreasonably hot, and Qi Anan wore a black and white striped cotton pajamas, with a sleeping bunny printed on the front, the hem just past the thigh.
Even if he doesn't look at her now, he still can't get rid of those slender, white and tender legs when she stood up just now.
Jiang Lu smiled wryly in his heart. It's not that he has never seen Qi An'an wearing a skirt before, but those scenes are different from now. It is a quiet night at this moment, the bedroom with warm yellow lights, a big bed full of ambiguity, and the steam in the room after taking a bath.
It's impossible to go on like this, Jiang Lu wiped his hair carelessly twice, hung the towel back in the bathroom, walked to Qi An'an and whispered: "An'an, it's late, I..."
Qi Anan reached out and stroked his hair twice, it was still slightly wet, she reminded, "Jiang Lu, your hair is not dry yet."
As soon as she interrupted, Jiang Lu forgot what he was going to say just now, nodded mechanically and repeated: "Well, I didn't do it."
Qi Anan smiled: "You can't sleep if your hair is dry, or you will have a headache the next day. Shall I blow your hair for you?"
Jiang Lu's voice was difficult: "No, I will do it myself."
He went back to the bathroom to dry his hair. Amid the sound of the hair dryer, Qi Anan covered his heart with his hands, where his heart was beating wildly.
She was really nervous. Before this trip, she hadn't expected the current situation at all. But it doesn't matter now, anyway, the two of them... sooner or later.
Qi An'an used the back of her hand to cool her cheeks for a while, and then couldn't help but pursed her lips and giggled, thinking dizzily, what did Jiang Lu want to tell her just now
Her gaze fell on the most conspicuous big bed in the bedroom. Based on theoretical experiences such as TV dramas and novels she had watched in the past, she deduced that what Jiang Lu just said was probably "An'an, it's late, we should go to bed."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. Qi Ananxin said that Jiang Lu's character was introverted, and he was also very shy. He must have mustered up the courage to come and talk to her just now, so don't make things difficult for him.
Thinking of this, Qi An'an consciously got up from the lazy sofa, walked to the bed in two or three steps, rubbed his fingers, and shyly lifted the corner of the quilt on the bed and climbed up.
She leaned on the soft back of the bed, looked towards the direction of the bathroom, hugged the pillow in her hand, and one corner of the pillow was tightly clenched.
She should play with the phone for a while, but she left the phone on the sofa. Qi Anan wanted to go down to get it, but the sound of the hair dryer stopped.
Jiang Lu didn't turn on the hot air, he already felt unbearably hot, turned on the cold air to blow on his hair for ten minutes, the fire in his heart gradually calmed down.
Pushing the door open, Jiang Lu saw at a glance that his little girl had moved from the sofa to the bed at some point.
It's going to kill me.
When Qi Anan saw Jiang Lu walking in her direction, he was still surprised, why didn't Jiang Lu come up from the other side? Thinking of this, she moved back to leave a place beside the bed.
Jiang Lu's gaze was deep for a moment, and the next moment he closed his eyes, sighed in a low voice and walked over, kneeling on the edge of the bed with one knee bent.
He leaned over and touched Qi An'an's little face: "An'an, go to bed early."
Qi Anan looked at him, hugging the pillow even tighter: "...um."
His voice was very low: "I won't move you, I'll go to the next room."
Before Qi An'an could react, Jiang Lu lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then turned and left.
As soon as he left, all the nervous pink bubbles in the room disappeared, Qi Anan sat on the bed in a daze, still a little unresponsive, why did Jiang Lu...just leave
Why doesn't he sleep with him
Qi An'an put down her pillow and lay down in a daze. She didn't turn off the light, just stared at the ceiling like this.
She has been nervous and shy since noon, and she couldn't help thinking about what Jiang Lu would do at night, but Jiang Lu finally went to sleep in the next room, and there was only a family theater next to it, and there was only a hard tatami mat inside. How do you sleep then
Qi An'an felt that he must be spoiled by Jiang Lu, because Jiang Lu was responsive to her requests, because Jiang Lu had never shown her back. Just this once when he left, she felt very wronged.
After tossing and turning for ten minutes, Qi An'an didn't feel sleepy at all. Finally she turned over and sat up, spoiling as long as she spoiled, Jiang Lu spoiled him anyway, he should be responsible.
Qi Anan put on his slippers and pushed the door out, then hesitated again when he reached the door of the opposite room. In the end, she still knocked on the door, her voice sounded extraordinarily soft in the silent night: "Jiang Lu."
The door opened within a few seconds, Qi Anan knew that Jiang Lu must not have fallen asleep, that's why he came so fast.
Jiang Lu couldn't see Qi An'an's expression clearly. Although he couldn't say what happened, his heart suddenly twitched, and he held her in his arms and patted her: "What's wrong?"
With such a gentle embrace and such a coaxing tone, Qi An'an felt even more aggrieved. She broke free from his arms and asked in a low voice, "Why did you leave?"
Her voice was very low, pitiful, like an abandoned child.
Jiang Lu's heart sank, and he bent slightly to meet Qi An'an's eyes. The corridor was not lit and the light was dim. He reached out and touched Qi An'an's face, and sure enough, he touched the wet tears.
Suddenly Jiang Lu panicked: "An An, don't cry."
He was in a hurry and coaxed people clumsily: "It's all my fault, don't cry, don't cry."
Qi Anan asked again: "Why don't you stay with me?"
Jiang Lu wiped her tears meticulously and hugged her silently, but he didn't know where to start. How was he going to explain to her that he had fought so hard inside to force himself out of that room
Qi Anan didn't break free this time, let Jiang Lu hold her quietly, and didn't ask him to explain again. In fact, when she saw Jiang Lu's eyes full of reluctance just now, she knew that he respected her. She loves him so much, but...but he shouldn't have left anyway.
Forget it, Qi Anan thought, she has never been willing to embarrass Jiang Lu for so many years, not to mention his starting point is still for her.
Qi Anan leaned on Jiang Lu's shoulder and looked behind him. There was only one tatami mat in the room, not to mention pillows and quilts, there were no cushions on it. Even if he wants to sleep here, he can't be so pitiful. He doesn't care, she still loves her.
Thinking of this, Qi Anan turned around, planning to go back to the bedroom to get a quilt for Jiang Lu. However, Jiang Lu misunderstood her as soon as she moved, and immediately hugged her from behind: "An'an! Don't go, I..."
He begged in a low voice: "I made a mistake, Ann, don't be angry with me."
Do I look angry? I didn't, Qi An'an was about to explain, when she felt that Jiang Lu hugged her tighter.
He said: "Don't be angry, I... I... can I go back?"
His voice was very hoarse, with an undetectable trill, as if if he stayed in this hut tonight, something terrible and irreversible would happen.
Qi Anan didn't expect to frighten Jiang Lu like this, he was angry and funny, he raised his hand and put Jiang Lu tightly around the back of his hand: "Come back, I didn't drive you away in the first place."
Jiang Lu followed Qi An'an into the house, maybe because of the silence of the night, the senses were extraordinarily clear, the elegant fragrance of her body lingered in the room.
Jiang Lu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, watching Qi An'an climb into bed silently, the expression on his face was as cute as the rabbit on her clothes.
Under the fear just now, he had no time to think about it. When he stood in the middle of this room, he felt that there was no way out. He understood An An's feelings for him, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
Fame, this might be something that most young people wouldn't make a fuss about, but he couldn't let go of this shackle.
Even though no one would mention anything in his ears now, the stains on his body had penetrated into the bone marrow, and he didn't need others to remind him, he knew it in his heart.
But compared to these, he didn't want his little girl to cry.
Jiang Lu thought, forget it, he should be more polite, don't offend her abruptly, it should be... just fine.
He walked over, and the mattress collapsed silently, and he was getting closer to the source of this sweet fragrance.
Jiang Lu whispered, "An'an, then I'll turn off the light."
Qi Anan buried half of his face in the soft pillow, looked at Jiang Lu and nodded: "Yeah."
Jiang Lu raised his hand and pressed the bedside switch, the room was dark and silent.
He felt soft and pity in his heart, An An was lying beside him, he didn't dare to neglect her anymore, and he didn't have that kind of self-control at all.
Jiang Lu stretched out his hand and moved it little by little, and touched Qi An'an's fingertips. She didn't hide, and put it there obediently, letting him hold it.
Jiang Lu sighed in his heart, hooked his long arm, and took Qi An'an completely into his arms.
"An'an, are you still angry with me?"
"I've never been mad at you."
The night is dark, the bed is soft, and the senses and sounds are all amplified. Her voice was sweeter and softer, her body was thin and petite, and she couldn't help feeling affectionate in her arms.
Jiang Lu sighed: "Then you still cry." Do you know that he is in pain? His fingers had just wiped her tears, and now they still felt hot and almost eroded the skin.
Qi Anan moved in his arms, his arms were warm and safe, and it was very comfortable to lean on: "I didn't cry." She denied it, and poked his chest with her fingers.
It wasn't because he was angry with him that he cried, Qi Anan quietly raised the corners of his lips in the dark, and it was because he was too gentle, who could resist coaxing her like this.
Jiang Lu grabbed her hand, pressed it to his lips and kissed it lightly: "Go to sleep, I will never let you cry again."
He hugged her and withdrew his body slightly, for fear that Qi An'an would find out his irresistible reaction. But now he doesn't dare to go any further. Lying on the bed and hugging her like this is already his greatest tolerance to himself.
He was filthy all over, only a small ball in his arms was the cleanest, it could cleanse his soul, he was reluctant to touch it.
Qi An'an was half asleep and half awake, and vaguely heard Jiang Lu asking in a low voice: "An'an, will you never be angry with me in the future?"
He seemed to be referring to something else, it was strange that Qi Anan understood what he meant right away despite his confusion.
She stretched her hand around Jiang Lu's back, patted him on the back, and murmured softly: "I'm yours, I only like you."