With a "pop--" sound, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the eyes were filled with empty black.
Yan Yeyi didn't speak, let alone tickle me. He just felt that he should be thinking about something and lay down quietly next to me.
I took off my glasses, froze my body, and lay still, not daring to move even a little for fear of touching his body.
I opened my eyes wide and looked at this dark space. I couldn't feel any fluctuations, only the faint breaths of each other coming in and out.
For a long time, surrounded by sleepyheads, I vaguely felt a plush quilt covering my body, and a pair of big hands wrapped around my neck and shoulders. My relaxed body began to stiffen again.
"Be good, let me hold you." I was about to speak but was blocked by Yan Yeyi's gentle tone.
"Yan Yeyi..." I gently called his name, feeling sad.
"Shh! Girl, good night!" Yan Ye helped me adjust to a comfortable position, hugged me tighter, and gently planted a kiss on my hair. His gentle breath spread over the top of my head.
I was like an obedient kitten, curled up in his warm arms, closing my eyes, smelling the fresh smell of green tea, placing my right ear against his hot chest, listening to the "dong dong dong" heartbeat.
"Yan Yeyi" whispered the name softly, as if a sweet honey was teasing the taste buds
"You're disobedient, aren't you!" Yan Yeyi's faint tone concealed a touch of sadness, and his pointed chin slowly rubbed against the side of my head.
"What are you thinking about?" Actually, I wanted to ask why you should be sad, but it seemed too direct.
"No, what nonsense are you talking about? Be good!" Yan Yeyi deliberately avoided the topic and put his fingertips against my lips.
Even his breathing and heartbeat felt indescribably sad.
"Yeah!" I buried my head deeper into his arms, maybe the sadness in my heart would be less.
Yan Yeyi, I know that in fact, in your heart, it’s not me you’re hugging.
Sakura? Even if I know, I still don’t want you to be sad. Such Yan Yeyi doesn’t belong to me.
Very strange, so I am willing to be your substitute
The deeper the night gets, the clearer the moon becomes. A cold silhouette is refracted by the moonlight on the corner of the wall. The young man's indifferent amber eyes are veiled by the moon. The diamond on his nose shines with a white cold light. The night wind lifts the melancholy curtains.