After these days of getting along, she had a general understanding of Lan Yanshu. He was not a talkative person, and was even a bit boring. He could sit in the ward all day without talking, just do one thing, and stare at her.
Didn't get a good rest.
Sometimes, she felt that this man was a bit too much of a dick. He was so dickish that she had to start thinking about the possibility of proxy marriage.
To marry or not to marry? This question originally did not interfere with her thinking, because she always felt that a marriage without feelings would not last long.
However, when Lan Yanshu passed through the raging typhoon and appeared in a miserable state, it would be a lie to say that he was not moved.
What is happiness?[
Happiness is that there is someone who will cry with you, laugh with you, and make noises with you until you grow old together. Happiness is that no matter the wind or rain, this person will always stand by your side.
"What are you doing"
Seeing his embarrassment, she frowned and tried to get up, but he held her down. "Don't move!"
"But you" looks bad.
Her hair was messed up by the wind, her tie hung crookedly around her neck, her clothes seemed to be picked up from the water, and even her face was washed into another kind of beautiful white by the rain... The whole person looked like she was under an overpass.
A tramp, but damn sexy and charming.
Her heart seemed to be hit by something and beat hard several times.
"I'm fine." Lan Yanshu randomly pulled out a few changes of clothes from the bag on the sofa and went into the bathroom.