Chapter 489: Competing for Favor: What is Happiness?
Ah! He really thought I was ugly. Thinking that I had knocked off his hand, he turned around angrily and turned his back to him.
For a long time, there was no sound behind me. Curious, I slowly turned around again
Yan Yeyi didn't know when he was lying on the bed. He kept looking at me, as if he knew I would turn my head.
"Silly girl," Yan Ye smiled warmly and turned me around again.
"Are you happy?" Yan Yeyi looked at my eyes intently and asked me seriously.
"What is happiness?" I looked into his eyes seriously and asked him back without thinking.
Are you happy? Actually, I really don’t know what happiness is, but the world with him is warm.
As soon as I said those words, Yan Yeyi immediately turned bitter.
"Sleep!" Yan Yeyi pondered for a moment. He put the charged hot water bottle into my bed, covered me with the quilt, and sat outside my bed to supervise my sleep.
"Oh...can you turn off the light?" I shrank my head and asked cautiously.
What's wrong with him? He didn't hug me to sleep in my bed, and he seemed to be thinking about something. Did I say something wrong to make him angry?
"Why turn off the lights!" Yan Yeyi crossed his elegant legs and leaned against my white bedside table. He lazily supported his body and gently stroked my hair.
"The light is too bright, I won't be able to sleep." I propped up my sore body and looked sideways at Yan Yeyi, who looked above me with a sad look on his face.
I can't guess or understand what he is thinking. It seems to be making him very distressed.
Why can't I help him share the burden and he doesn't tell me anything? It's not me who isolates him from my world, it's him who isolates himself from the world.
"Okay, sleep!" Yan Ye was still thinking about reading something, but didn't say anything. He turned off the light, took my cold hand, put it in his warm palm, and held it tightly.
After hesitating for a moment, I wanted to ask Ying, but I still didn't say anything. Instead, I held his warm hand, but the back of it was as cold as I had ever touched.
As soon as Yan Ye stopped rubbing my hand, he looked at me in a daze, pretending to be asleep, under the soft lamp.
"I'll get angry if you don't sleep again." Yan Yeyi closed my hand tightly to prevent me from feeling his cold side.
"I don't want it, let go of my hand." I stood up from the bed and sat level with him at the head of the single bed.