When Song Zixuan woke up, Zhong Zhenzhen was still asleep leaning against the bedside. She always liked to curl up when sleeping, like an injured kitten. Song Zixuan's hand stopped in mid-air, but he couldn't help but touch it.
Touch her delicate cheek
Zhong Zhenzhen was touched by Song Zixuan's cold hands, turned around in discomfort, and then fell asleep again.
Song Zixuan did not tease her anymore, but stood up, picked up a pajamas and put them on. He walked around the room, and finally lit a cigarette.
He sat on the chair on the side of the bedroom, and then looked at the woman in front of him intently. It was late at night, and through the bright moonlight, he could vaguely see her sleeping face.
People's expressions are most real only when they are asleep
There is no indifference, no forbearance, no greetings, no fake smiles, just simply closing your eyes and dreaming of your own dreams.
"You have fallen in love with her" Wen Qingqing said
"Aren't you afraid that she will hate you?" Wen Qingqing also said this
Have you fallen in love with her? Song Zixuan is finally willing to face this problem
Are you afraid that she will hate him? Song Zixuan frowned subconsciously
It's been three years, from torturing her to starting to care about her. What a terrible change. And behind this change, it turned out to be that he fell in love with her.
"Zhong Zhenzhen, you are really capable."
Song Zixuan raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, then put out the cigarette butt and went to bed
The person in her sleep seemed to know that someone was trying to kill her, and she frowned slightly.