Luo Yibei paced towards her and stood beside the bed, looking at her eyes as dark as the vast night sky.
His eyes were very dark, as deep as a ball of ink that was too thick to melt away. He fixed his gaze on her face and stared at her quietly for a long time. Thinking about his guess, he fumbled for the secret of his arms. A small square towel folded in the middle.
The stylist gave it to him. There were a few hairs lying inside. It was given to him this afternoon after styling Pei Anqi.
After quietly staring at the long hair in his hands for a while, Luo Yibei turned his eyes to the naked Fang Chixia.
He seemed to be struggling with something, and after his eyes fell on her, he didn't look away for a long time.
Fang Chixia was actually asleep, but she didn't know if his eyes were too penetrating or for some other reason. She fell asleep and her eyes suddenly opened.
Looking at him beside the bed, she was stunned, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"Can't sleep." Luo Yibei put away the square scarf in his hand calmly, lifted the sheets and lay beside her.
Fang Chixia has never been fat. She has always been thin. She has little body fat and is afraid of the cold.
Suddenly there was him beside her, and she followed the source of heat and got into his arms.
Her arms naturally hugged him, her head arched in his arms, she chose a comfortable position for herself, and rested lightly on his arms.
"Why can't you sleep?" Her eyes were fixed on the shirt on his body, and Fang Chixia helped him unbutton the buttons one by one.
"Thinking about something." Luo Yibei didn't hide it.
Fang Chixia's movements in her hands paused, and she followed his words, "What are you thinking about?"
There was a flash of light in Luo Yibei's dark eyes, and he stared at her deeply. He uttered two words one after another, "I miss you!"
In front of her, he rarely spoke seriously.
Fang Chixia's face heated up, and she interpreted his words as flirting.
"Aren't I here every day?" Without paying much attention to what he said, she lowered her face and continued to unbutton his shirt.
Luo Yibei didn't give any explanation for his words. He clasped her wrist with his backhand, pulled her arms around his waist, and hugged her gently.
"Don't move, just let me hold you for a while."
Fang Chixia couldn't stand his gentle words, so she stayed in his arms obediently without any struggle.
Luo Yibei hooked one arm around her waist, pressing her body tightly into his arms. His other hand passed through her slender neck and played with her hair.
Wrap her long hair around her fingertips, stroke it smoothly with her slender hands, loosen it, twist it again, loosen it again, and so on.
Fang Chixia let him move from beginning to end, inexplicably feeling that he was a little weird tonight.
She couldn't tell what was wrong.
What he said tonight was not something he had never said to her before.
His current behavior was not something he had never done to her before.
He had done this thing like playing with her hair countless times.
Fang Chixia thought about it and felt that she might be suspicious.
Luo Yibei's fingertips were still in her hair.
Wrapping and twisting, I don't know if he failed to control the strength for a moment, but Fang Chixia's scalp suddenly hurt, as if a hair was broken.
"Hiss!" Fang Chixia frowned slightly.
"Does it hurt? Husband, please rub it for you!" Luo Yibei pressed her head back to his chest in an inappropriate manner, and gently helped her rub the painful area with his fingertips.