Ye Zhiqiu was heartbroken and could not sleep in the bedroom.
So I had no choice but to hug a quilt and lie down on the sofa with my clothes on——[
Ling Mufeng slept very comfortably.
At seven o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by my biological clock.
Realizing that he was sleeping at Ye Zhiqiu's house, the corners of his mouth could not help but curve into a beautiful arc.
For more than a week after the accident, he never had a solid night's sleep again.
In the room filled with her scent, it was not big, but very warm.
There are cute stickers on the wall, plush toys on the bed, and the desk is neatly tidied.
The bookcase next to it is filled with books.
The quilt is soft and the sheets are clean.
Thinking that she was resting here, he felt very at ease.
He came out feeling relaxed and saw Ye Zhiqiu curled up on the sofa in the living room.
A gentle touch suddenly arose in his heart.
Once upon a time, when his mother had not left, he liked to lie on the sofa and sleep when he was tired from playing.
Although there were servants in the villa, every time, it was her mother who carried her back to her room.
That kind of warm, indifferent and then stable life is the best memory of his childhood.
He squatted beside the sofa and looked at her sleeping face quietly.
In the faint morning light, her eyelashes are long, her lips are red, and her face is fair.
She has long, glossy black hair that hangs down to the ground.
Although she is not a great beauty who will captivate the whole country, she is the kind of person who feels more and more comfortable the more she looks at her.
He frowned slightly, with a hint of sadness, which made him feel very distressed.[
After experiencing something like this, he finally understood.
All the women who were obsessed with him in the past were unreliable.
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