Lan Yeyu leaned in front of the service desk pretending to be sad, with a hint of melancholy in his handsome look.
A woman is soft-hearted, and the worst thing she can do is see a handsome man looking depressed.
"Well, how about this! How about I go up and open the door for you? I have a spare key here."
"Oh, really? That's great. Oh, there aren't many girls who are as considerate and helpful as you. Your boyfriend must love you so much."
The plot succeeded, Lan Yeyu's mouth was as sweet as honey, and the girl was so happy with her praise.
"I don't have a boyfriend yet!"
"Why not? There must be too many people chasing you, so you can't choose? Haha, it doesn't matter. A beautiful girl like you should choose the best one."
Lan Yeyu coaxed the girl and watched proudly as she quietly opened the room where Hong Siyu was.
Oh haha! Siyu baby, I’m coming!
"Well, okay, you go in!"
Afraid of waking up Hong Siyu, the girl lowered her head shyly and made an OK gesture to Lan Yeyu.
"Thank you."
Lan Yeyu got carried away and blew a kiss to the girl, then ignored her crimson face and dove into the room.
The little girl was left standing there sighing dreamily: "Oh! I wish I had such a handsome husband."
…
Lan Yeyu tiptoed into the room. Under the dim moonlight, he quietly looked at the small guest room.
This hotel is really not that good, the facilities are very simple.
Lan Yeyu quickly saw Hong Siyu's small figure standing alone on the east side.
At this moment, she was curled up, hugging the sheets and sleeping soundly.
However, that brow was furrowed.
Lan Yeyu quietly sat by the bed and caressed her wrinkled eyebrows.
"Fool, what did you dream about that makes you so unhappy?"
His brows also frowned slightly, and his big warm hands caressed her smooth cheeks lovingly...
"Bad man..."
Hong Siyu suddenly turned over in his sleep, and a crystal tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.
Lan Yeyu's heart froze. Did Siyu dream about him?
Did he let his baby Siyu have such a hard time even dreaming?
Lan Yeyu lowered his eyes in self-reproach, "Siyu, what should I do to make you believe in my love? What should I do to make you happy?"
Originally, he was going to sneak in to tease her, but now that he saw her so sad and crying even in her dreams, Lan Yeyu's mood suddenly became dull.
Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
He gently helped Hong Siyu cover the slipping quilt, and silently stood by her bed, watching her quietly.
Every drop of crystal tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and his burning heart felt more guilty.
…
The next day, when Hong Siyu woke up from his sleep, he was startled by a black head beside the bed.
Oh my god! If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight, Hong Siyu would have thought he was seeing a ghost.
She cautiously leaned over and took a look, and it turned out to be that bad man Lan Yeyu.
Looking at his sleeping appearance, he seems very tired!
Is it uncomfortable to sleep on the edge of the bed?
Look, his handsome brows were wrinkled. Hong Siyu quietly looked at his sleeping face. This bad man could only be peaceful when he was sleeping?
Hong Siyu couldn't help but sigh, did this guy sneak in last night?