Youyan leaned down, his hair flowing slightly across his black hair.
She reached out and cupped the man's face with trembling hands.
Didn’t we just see each other for one night? His face was still dazzlingly handsome, with ink-stained pupils, but there was a dark circle under his eyes, and his chin was covered with green stubble.
Her touch caused the man to tremble slightly.
A big palm covered her hand and wrapped it tightly.
The doctor's answer was such a negligible value.
Miracle? How else should he believe it.
She was just around the corner, but he stood outside all night last night.
He didn't dare to look at her thin breathing, for fear that one day her hands would suddenly become cold.
Youyan's eyes fell softly on his right hand, and the scar on it took her breath away.
"Idiot, doesn't it hurt? Besides, you have to pay compensation for destroying public property."
"Lu Youyan, your jokes are still so funny. I can afford to pay for it." He raised his eyebrows slightly.
Youyan suddenly became happy, and unexpectedly the back of her head was pressed by him, causing her whole body to fall into his arms.
The cold breath passed through her nose.
There was a slight sound of gasping in the air.
Youyan's mind went blank, her lips had been kissed fiercely by him, sucking and stirring, without any pity, only a fierce and almost suffocating possession.
His strength was almost unbearable for her. People passed by from time to time, including her father and a group of their friends.
Her ears were burning, her face was flushed, and her little hands couldn't help but clench his shirt tightly.
He had always been a tolerant person, but now he was so unscrupulous. How could she not understand his pain? He wanted to make sure that she was still there.
She responded timidly, forgetting to be delicate.
If time could stop at this moment.
It turned out that he was like this when facing her.
Xu Qing turned her head and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes. Unexpectedly, when she raised her head, she met Chen Yinong's foolish gaze.
Panting and curling up in his arms, Youyan blushed.
Gu Yebai suddenly changed his expression slightly and quickly picked her up.
"What's wrong?" She reached out and touched his eyebrow.
What she answered was his scolding voice, "You are walking around with bare feet again."
The debris on the floor almost hurt her.
Youyan rubbed his chest, and the rough touch of the gauze on his face made his face darken and his eyes darken.
"Will it be ugly?" she asked him with a silly smile.
"No." His long fingers caressed her cheek lovingly. This was evidence that she loved him regardless of herself. Even if she did leave scars in the future, how could he care
"What if."
"It doesn't matter if you do."
"That would be ugly."
"It doesn't matter if you're ugly."
"You will lose face."
"That's my business, right?"
"It seems so. Xiaobai, I want to go in, I'm a little tired."
"Okay." He pressed his forehead against hers, and she leaned in his arms obediently.
When passing people, she hid her head in his arms, not daring to look at anyone.
Gu Yebai chuckled and hugged her in.
No one said anything, not even Youyan's father, so what position did anyone else have to speak. The world of this pair of people, whether they love or hate it, has its own circle, and there is never room for others.
Li Xiaojing thought that maybe a long time later, she could brag about what she had seen to her colleagues at Art Consulting Club.
That is a story about time, a story about their president.
The door is slightly ajar, and the scene inside can be vaguely discerned.
Youyan was put on the bed. Gu Yebai gathered the quilt for her, picked up a small towel on the table, poured water from the thermos bottle, moistened the towel, then sat on the bed and put her feet on it. On his own knees, he quietly wiped them.
Youyan stared blankly at his gentle movements. His fingers had clear joints, were white and slender, and the blood on them was red and dark at the moment.
The shards of glass in that place—he smashed through the glass.
The sour liquid began to condense in his eyes again. She climbed up and leaned heavily on his shoulder.
"noob."
"Um."
"Can you take me home?"
Gu Yebai stopped his movements and raised his eyes to look at her.
"I'll discuss it with the doctor first."
"I want to go back with you."
"You're not going anywhere. Dad will take you back for treatment." The door was suddenly pushed open and Lu Hongyi said in a deep voice.
"Dad, I won't go back with you, I want to be with him." Youyan curled up and hid behind Gu Yebai, only sticking his head out, his tone was stubborn.
"Lu Youyan!"
"Dad, I know that my illness has taken over and I'm going to die. I don't want to be like my mother. I want to die by his side. I'm not going anywhere!"
Tears rushed out of his eyes, Youyan just raised his face and looked straight at his father.
"Chi Zheng—" Thinking of his late wife, Lu Hongyi suddenly smiled, and his face quickly turned cold again.
"Mr. Lu, I won't let you take her away, no one can!" He stretched out his hand to pull the slightly shrinking body into his arms, Gu Ye's white eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he said every word.