It was the second night when Cen Zhiqiao woke up. The effects of the medicine had worn off, but her body was still very uncomfortable. She moved her body and her eyes touched Gu Nianchen's figure.
He was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Even Cen Zhiqiao didn't seem to notice when he got out of bed.
Cen Zhiqiao walked up to him and lay beside him, holding his chin with both hands, holding his breath and looking at him. The dark ward was so quiet, with only a lamp casting a faint light that stretched his figure.
long.
He closed his eyes, but his face was still so handsome, with thick black eyebrows and a straight and proud nose... If it weren't for the tired halo in his eyes, it would be the same as before. Cen Zhiqiao could almost hear his own heartbeat as he looked at it.
He was the one who saved him. Thinking of his warm embrace and his eager expression, her heart started to beat wildly.
It's really strange. He is obviously such a cold person, but the more contact she gets, the warmer she feels. Even his domineering attitude is warm. Every time she sees him, she feels at ease.
What kind of mood is this?
She suddenly became flustered. Could it be that she had become accustomed to this person's existence unknowingly?
Terrified, she stood up quickly, her cheeks heating up. But as soon as she stood up, her arms tightened suddenly. Qiao Qiao didn't care, she was dragged back unprepared. Her legs went weak and she fell down.
In his arms.
"After looking at her for a long time, you just left? Did you ask me what I meant?" Gu Nianchen's black eyes were fixed on the side of her face, half-smiling but not smiling.
he...
"You and I have been awake for a long time?" Cen Zhiqiao wanted to cut off his face with his hands, but he kept falling asleep and could see her little movements clearly.
"You bad guy!" She was hugged by him and squatted on his lap in a strange posture. She reached out and pushed on his chest in annoyance. The warmth of the tentacles made her heart palpitate, and she panicked.
He lowered his hand, his face so red that it almost reached the base of his ears.
Cen Zhiqiao, Cen Zhiqiao, the medicine has obviously worn off, but why do you seem to have a palpitating feeling when you touch him?
It’s really worthless!
Gu Nianchen grabbed her hand and put it on his chest: "If I am a bad person, then where are the good people in the world?"
His eyes were bright, and at the slightest touch, Cen Zhiqiao's heart jumped. For some reason, she suddenly didn't dare to look up at his face. There was a strange atmosphere in the air, which almost made her suffocate.
"Qiaoqiao--" He suddenly tightened his hands and held her in his arms from behind, "Don't be willful again. What should I do if something happens to you?"
His tone was unprecedentedly gentle, so gentle that it almost melted her away. Cen Zhiqiao turned her face to his side and met his eyes. It was as if everything had found its source at this moment.