When she came out of the bathroom, Luo Yichen who was lying on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep.
Under the dim orange light, his peaceful sleeping face was a little half-dark, but it was still as handsome as if carved out of it. Long eyelashes covered his eyes, casting a shadow under them.
As if she was afraid of alarming him, Su Rourou got on the bed lightly, then carefully opened the quilt, and slipped her small body inside.
Then, she tilted her body and looked at Luo Yichen's handsome side face for a moment, feeling moved besides being moved...
In fact, in the last few nights, she watched him fall asleep like this. After losing him once, she was really scared... It feels so good to have him again.
Therefore, she had to keep looking at him like this, to make up for the despair that those dark days brought to her.
At this moment, Luo Yichen's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and then slowly opened his eyes: "Idiot, why are you still awake?"
He slowly turned his head away, eye to eye with her, staring deeply at each other.
"I can't sleep." Su Rourou told the truth deep in her heart, "I just want to look at you all the time and feel that you are by my side."
Only in this way can she feel extremely appropriate, and her heart is warm and full. During the days when he was unconscious, her heart was always hanging, like a solitary sail with no lighthouse on the vast sea.
Luo Yichen stretched out his hand, gently stroking the strands of hair that fell on her face, and his voice was so gentle that water dripped down: "Idiot, I'm sorry... I made you worry. I said, I will be with you forever, What made you happy made you shed so many tears for me."
"No, it's not..." Su Rourou's eyes were a little red, and her nose was also sour, "It's not you who are sorry for me, but I who are sorry for you... You are only trying to save me, so you..."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears again, her small body trembled slightly, like a wounded little animal.
"Okay, between the two of us... there is no need to say sorry." Luo Yichen sighed softly, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and patted her on the back: "Don't cry I don't know what to do when you cry."
After finishing speaking, he rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes and breathed greedily the faint sweet fragrance from her body. It feels so good to hold her like this...
In fact, he also wanted to feel her body temperature and her sweetness - but he "feeled" in another way.
Su Rourou also tightly stretched out her arms to hug his tight waist, wiping her tears unceremoniously on the neckline of his pajamas.
Seeing her behavior like this, Luo Yichen couldn't help but chuckled: "If you're really that moved, why don't you... make a promise with your body!"
Su Rourou's whole body froze for a moment, then immediately changed her face, she pouted and thumped his chest: "You haven't fully recovered yet, and you're still thinking about these messy things!"
Luo Yichen hooked the corners of his mouth, pressed her little hand that was attacking her, and said in an ambiguous tone: "My physical strength is enough for you..."
While talking, his gaze became deep and deep, and what was flashing in it was full of emotional color, which made Su Rourou's heart skip half a beat.
Su Rourou was shy and anxious: "You... you are not afraid of the wound on your body opening..."