But all I could think of was Yan Yeyi's flat face, and he moved his cold feet. It was already early winter, would Yan Yeyi be cold?
While counting the sheep, I kept my ears open to listen to what was going on outside the living room, but it seemed unusually quiet outside.
Could it be that... Yan Yeyi has been frozen to death! Or... is curling up his tall and thin body and shaking...
Okay! I'm sure, I really can't sleep
I got up from the bed, thinking about Yan Yeyi made me restless
Huh? How did I find that I was so thirsty! Yes... thirsty, I want to go out to drink water, just drink water
Patiently feeling guilty, I cautiously left the room
The hall was dark and empty, as quiet as if no one was there
My eyes kept drifting to the sofa a few meters away, and I vaguely saw that Yan Yeyi seemed to be asleep. He turned sideways so that I could not see his face clearly.
"Dong..." I accidentally bumped into the refrigerator without looking at the road and didn't even know it.
"Hiss..." It hurt me so much that I could only wrinkle my face in a low voice and didn't dare to make too much noise.
Okay, I can sleep peacefully. When I returned to the room, I got into bed with peace of mind.
"Two thousand five hundred and ninety-nine sheep... Oops!" Why can't I still fall asleep? I directly opened the quilt, got out of bed, and paced around the bed.
Huh? Suddenly it seems like you need to go to the toilet. You should go to the toilet after drinking water. Yes, go to the toilet, just use the toilet!
(Sixteen: Got it, go quickly! Don’t let the flood out. Mou Qing: Trust me, I’m really just going to the toilet)
"Squeak..." The door was opened gently by me again. I unconsciously moved my hands and feet. I looked back at the sofa and groped for the toilet.
Good! Good night Yan Yeyi, standing outside the door, looking at his quiet figure, I finally decided to go into the room and have a good sleep.
I swear, I have mild sleepwalking
Finally, I quietly came to the sofa and quietly knelt down in front of the sofa.
There was no light in the room, but with the natural light, I could see Yan Ye's calm face.
He was squeezing sideways on the sofa, the cold temperature enveloped his thin body. Under his long maroon hair, his quiet sleeping face was like a sleeping angel, more like a gentle prince in a fairy tale.
Yan Yeyi, from the moment we met to now, we are like a dream, a dream I don’t want to wake up from