Misha raised her eyebrows and slowly walked over. She saw Mr. An, a dignified mercenary group, holding a shovel and making midnight snacks. It really didn't match his image.
Simply, take it and stir-fry skillfully.
An Rong stood aside, looking at her, with a faint smile on her lips.
Misha tasted it, frowned, and looked at him, "I finally understand why Yu Yi hates eating it."
An Rong blinked, "I think it's okay."
"Please, Mr. An, just because you are not picky about food doesn't mean that others are the same as you! Don't you know that eating is the greatest pleasure in life? If even this only pleasure is taken away, how monotonous would life be?"
Misha said, adding more seasonings one after another.
An Rong smiled, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "With you here, it won't be monotonous."
Misha seemed not to hear, and pushed him, "Don't hinder my performance, wait outside."
He cooperated and left the kitchen happily.
It wasn't until the sound of his footsteps disappeared that Misha turned her head slightly, her eyes even more confused...
A plate of omelette rice with delicious flavor and color was brought to the table. An Rong's eyes lit up, he lowered his head and smelled it, and said with a smile, "This should be the most delicious thing I have ever eaten."
"You haven't eaten, how do you know?" Misha poured a glass of corn juice and put it in front of him.
"I knew it." An Rong raised his eyes, and when he looked at her, a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.
Misha picked up the corn juice, avoided his eyes, turned her head and took a sip, "Then eat more."
"Um."
The two were very quiet while eating. Misha didn't eat much, but An Rong ate the whole plate. In the end, he looked at her plate with unsatisfied interest. Misha quickly protected him and glared at him, "Don't hit it."
idea!"
Just when An Rong was about to say something, she said to herself, "You are not in good health, so you can't eat too much for midnight snacks!"
He was startled, and there was a palpitation in his eyes...
For a long time, it lingers.
No one mentioned anything about today's matter. For Misha, since she had chosen to give up, what she had to do now was to forget about it.
It was past midnight, and Misha didn't feel sleepy at all. She just sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV, flipping through all the channels out of boredom. An Rong made tea and sat next to him. Misha wanted to pour a cup, but he
He slapped his hands away and said, "You don't want to sleep anymore?"
Misha curled her lips and said, "You know it's refreshing, why do you still drink it?"
"I'm different." An Rong held the hot tea and lowered his eyes. His eyes flickered slightly, and through a thin layer of mist, they looked as unreal as a false phantom hiding in the mountains and forests.
"Sleeping, for me, is sometimes a waste of time."
Misha stared at him. He spoke so easily, as if he didn't take it to heart at all. However, it always sounded a bit bitter to her.
His illness...
It's quite heavy.
There was a boring variety show playing on the TV. She tried hard to watch it, but another face always appeared in her mind.
Someone...who has the same eye color as her.
The TV was still going on, and Misha's brows furrowed from time to time. Suddenly she looked up and found that An Rong had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.
Misha glanced at him sideways and murmured in a low voice, "You still said you weren't going to sleep, but you ended up falling asleep faster than anyone else..."
She stood up carefully, went to get a thin blanket, walked over, and gently covered him. She turned down the sound of the TV, and she sat next to him and continued to adjust the channel boringly.
An Rong slept quietly, with her head tilted slightly, and her pale cheeks still had no trace of blood.
Misha yawned and finally felt a little sleepy. Just as she was about to stand up, she accidentally bumped into An Rong next to her. His body tilted and fell directly on top of her.
"Hey..." Misha was about to speak, but immediately stopped.
She heard Yu Yi mention that An Rong's sleep was very poor, and she was afraid that if she disturbed him, she would never be able to sleep peacefully again tonight.
An Rong lay on top of her, with his head on her chest, still sleeping deeply.
Misha wanted to move, but he was pressing her hard, and the space on the sofa was too small to tolerate any tossing. She stared at him in annoyance and couldn't help complaining in her heart.
I really owe this guy a lot!
Although the temperature underground was not high, An Rong's body was very warm. Misha tried to push him away, but he didn't move at all.
"Mr. An?" Misha called him softly. Seeing that he didn't respond, she wanted to pull away.
An Rong's brows tightened, as if he groaned in dissatisfaction, and there was a hint of sleepiness on his sickly tired face.
Seeing this, Misha gritted her teeth in confusion, and finally gave up, letting him lie on her chest like this, sleeping peacefully and comfortably...
Xi Cen once suffered from a serious illness. As his and Xiao Yue's best friend, she knew that it must be uncomfortable. Now, when she sees An Rong, she will think of Xi Cen at that time. Even compared to him
, An Rong is even more haggard.
Misha stopped moving and lay on her back on the sofa. She could clearly feel his hot breath on her chest. From time to time, it blew on her sensitive apex...
Her heart palpitated, and her cheeks turned red unnaturally.
Realizing what she was thinking, Misha couldn't help but complain about herself.
What kind of crooked thoughts did she have? She was simply asleep, okay?
Just like this, in her entanglement with herself and counter-entanglement, she could no longer resist the sleepiness and fell asleep in a daze...
Hearing the even breathing beneath her body, An Rong opened her eyes and saw her soft breasts...
His cheeks turned red unnaturally, and he only half-closed his eyes, but had no intention of avoiding them. Misha was sleeping soundly, and even snored slightly.
He moved his body, no longer pressing on her chest, affecting her breathing, but resting his head on her shoulder.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly reached out his hand and held hers.
Her fingers were long and slender. He had already noticed it when she was chopping vegetables. The nails were painted with nude nail polish to protect them. The palms of her hands were soft and felt very comfortable to the touch.
His fingers gently rubbed her palm, and slowly, his fingers passed through hers, interlocking with hers...
The rustling sound from the TV continued.
The person on the sofa moved uneasily and turned over. Unexpectedly, he fell to the ground with a "plop".
"***!"
Misha grabbed the coffee table with both hands and got up from the ground.
Rubbing her waist that hurt from the fall, she saw a snowflake-shaped TV screen. She raised her wrist blankly and looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock in the morning. Only then did she realize that she had slept so late without knowing it!
Seeing the blanket wrapped around her body, she looked around and saw that An Rong had long since disappeared.
Her arm was a little sore, and she didn't know if it was because she was pressed by that guy!
Thinking of last night, how he was pressing on her like that and sleeping for so long, Misha felt something was wrong all over her body! Either it hurt here or there was discomfort, she had a gloomy face and said she would find An Rong no matter what, give her an explanation.
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