The three chatted for a while, Luo Yujun and He Chaoran gradually fell asleep, leaving only Ke Jingheng staring at the ceiling in a daze.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorknob being turned in the silence. Immediately afterwards, a thin figure appeared in the living room.
Under the dim moonlight, Ke Jingheng saw that figure—it was Luo Xiaoberry whom he had been thinking about just now.
She was wearing a Winnie the Pooh cartoon nightgown, and her long hair was loose, looking cute and homely.
Thinking of seeing her like this every day in the future, his brain became more excited, and he really didn't even feel sleepy at all.
Under the moonlight, Luo Xiaoberry walked lightly towards the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.
She had a lot to say to Ke Jingheng, but she didn't know where to start. It was already chaotic enough, but yet another group of people was here, surrounded by so many high-powered light bulbs, she had no chance to be alone with him.
He took a sip of water irritably, letting the cold liquid quench the irritability in his body. After standing quietly under the moonlight for a while, she was about to turn around and go back to her room when she bumped into a wall of flesh.
"Ah!" She yelled reflexively, and Ke Jingheng immediately covered her mouth.
"Shh...they're all sleeping." As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of Luo Yujun and He Chaoran with his eyes.
When he said this, he stared at her with a pair of beautiful eyes, and there was a layer of moonlight floating in his eyes.
Luo Xiaoberry also stared at him with wide eyes, unable to look away for a while, as if her whole body was sucked into the vortex.
Ke Jingheng was a little embarrassed by her look, his fair and handsome face flushed red. It is impossible for anyone to be sober if he is looked at by the girl he likes.
His mind became a little dizzy, and belatedly felt two pieces of softness gently rubbing against the palm of his hand.
In my mind, back and forth is the feeling of tasting these two soft slices that morning. Sweet, soft... He also recalled it countless times during those sleepless nights.
"Hmm..." Luo Xiaoberry's protest interrupted his thoughts.
It was only then that Ke Jingheng pulled away from the memories, and seemed to hear her mumbled: "Let go of me, I'm about to suffocate..."
Luo Xiaoberry's face flushed red, not because of shyness - but because Ke Jingheng covered her for a long time and couldn't breathe at all.
Ke Jingheng's face turned red again, he quickly let go of his hand, and grabbed her shoulder with concern: "I'm sorry... are you okay?"
"No...it's okay." Luo Xiaoberry lowered her head, not wanting her to see her shy and happy expression at the moment. His palm was very warm, and the touch of that moment seemed to still remain on his lips.
"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Ke Jingheng didn't know what to say for a moment, as if he could only hear his own heartbeat.
"Can't sleep." Luo Xiaoberry said as she walked towards the balcony. The cool breeze blowing in front of her brought a fresh breath, which brightened her mood.
Being able to see the person you like, being with the person you like, even if you stay up all night, you will not feel tired.
Ke Jingheng followed her silently and stopped beside her.