When Chang Chang was conscious, the hot sun shone in through the curtains, and she could already feel the heat outside.
She slowly opened her eyes and felt a special pain in the back of her neck. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to rub her neck, but found that her hand was tightly grasped by someone.
She measured her head slightly and looked over.
She found that the handsome man was asleep against the head of the bed, and her hand made a perfect pillow for him.
From her angle, she could see the profile of his sleeping face, with his brows furrowed and his eyes slightly darkened, as if he had not slept all night.
She didn't wake up in time, but only woke up slightly.
Then she closed her eyes again, feeling that she had a very scary dream after going to bed last night. In the dream, she was heartbroken and desperate and wanted to die.
Exactly two minutes later.
Quietly, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the tears filled in her eyes poured out and rolled down the corners of her eyes as she opened her eyes.
Chang Chang almost screamed because in these short two minutes, she realized that it was not a nightmare, but what really happened last night.
It was suddenly difficult to control my emotions.
She bit her lower lip and buried her head in the quilt. She didn't dare to cry or scream. She just bit her mouth tightly, fearing to wake up the man who was sleeping on the back of her hand.
The muscles on her face were tense, the corner of her mouth was bitten with blood, and bright red liquid seeped into the quilt.
Just a slight shaking of the edge of the bed made Chang Mian wake up from his light sleep. He quickly raised his head and his first subconscious action was to cast his eyes on Chang Shang on the bed. Only then did he realize that she had buried herself under the quilt. She must have been there.
Wake up.
"Shang Shang, are you awake?"
The lips move slightly, the words are spoken clearly, and there is a touch of tenderness hidden in the words.
Chang Shang said nothing, still burying her head in the quilt, holding back to prevent her emotions from leaking out, but Chang Mian went to lift the quilt, and she held on to the quilt tightly to stop her.
Chang Mian grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it twice. When she resisted, he said, "Don't suffocate in the quilt, the air is not good."
But she didn't listen because she didn't want to show it to others.
From the beginning to the end, he was holding on to the quilt tightly, not allowing him to lift it.
"Okay, I won't lift the quilt..." Chang Mian sighed and gave up. His hand tightly grasped her exposed hand again and massaged it step by step.
Chang Chang subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tighter and even squeezed it to show his determination.
After a long time, neither of them spoke.
"Shang Shang, are you hungry? Eat something. No matter what it is, don't think about it. I'm hungry too. You get up and eat something with me, eh?"
"..."
Seeing that she still didn't make any sound, Chang Mian's eyes fell on the slightly trembling Gao Long's quilt. His eyes were dark, and he stood up straight, stretched out his arms and pressed the button on the bedside.
Within a minute, a servant brought delicious food.
Chang Mian waved his hand: "Go and bring Che'er over."
The servant placed the delicious food on the table in front of the bed, nodded and left silently. After a while, he came back with the young master in his arms, and according to Chang Mian's instructions, placed the young master on the bedside.
"Young madam, look at the young master. At this time every day, you have to play with the young master in your arms. The young master has been waiting eagerly today, but he didn't wait. He seems a little unhappy."