What was even more embarrassing was that Luo Yichen's right hand was placed on her lower abdomen impartially, turning in circles once and for all.
Although she knew that this was the gesture he used to rub her stomach in the past. Although she was in her sleep just now, she felt the heat from his palm, which relieved the pain in her heart.
But such a posture, how ambiguous and ambiguous it is. If she knew this earlier, she would rather not wake up.
However, Luo Yichen had already noticed her subtle movements, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You... are you awake? Are you feeling better? Just now you have been crying, I just want to warm you up, I have no other thoughts..."
"En." Su Rourou replied vaguely, her small body was tense, and she didn't even dare to move, for fear of touching some "sensitive" parts of his body.
Luo Yichen seemed to be much more relaxed and casual than her, his big palms continued to massage her lower abdomen: "It's okay, you go on sleeping, and I'll massage you for you."
"No... no need, I'm already healed." Su Rourou hurriedly held down his hand that was circling, but immediately withdrew her hand from the heat.
His hand... was so hot, so hot, as hot as a soldering iron, which raised the already scorching temperature in the bed by a few points.
"It's so hot, so hot." Su Rourou wiped the sweat from her forehead, trying to lift the quilt to dissipate the heat inside, but was held down by Luo Yichen's hot hand.
"Don't... It's not good to catch a cold at this time, I'd rather be warmer." His voice softly brushed against her ears, making her face a little hotter.
Su Rourou bit her lower lip tightly, thinking about the same question over and over again in her messy mind: Before she came to her house tonight, she was always keeping a distance from him. When did the style of painting change suddenly, and the relationship between them became so ambiguous
What's more damning is that she let him hold her, and didn't push him away or kick him off? Probably because she is too weak now, maybe because she really needs a warm embrace...
What she didn't want to admit was that all of this was actually an excuse she made for herself.
Luo Yichen's hand gently covered her wide open eyes: "Close your eyes and continue to sleep, you should rest more at this time."
Later, Su Rourou fell asleep again in a daze. The originally pale face suddenly became much rosier, as if it had almost recovered.
Hearing her even breathing, Luo Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, the big hand on her lower abdomen was still reluctant to move away, moving it every now and then...
This time, instead of making a circle, it moves up gradually, and then gradually up...
He kept warning himself in his heart: No, no, my current route is the warm man plus Liu Xiahui, and I absolutely, absolutely cannot deviate from this route.
But at the same time another voice said: It doesn't matter, she is like a pig when she is asleep, she will definitely not feel it. Just one click, just a sneaky mop...
He was still struggling, but the uncontrollable hand had already covered the softness of her chest. The pitch-black pupils tightened suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be hit by an electric current instantly, and his breathing also became rapid.
He kept warning himself in his heart again: No, no, just mope, no more!
But another voice jumped out and said: It doesn't matter, what's the difference between one mo and two or more mos