There was a "bang", and what he responded to was a pillow hitting his handsome face directly.
"...Run!!" Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhao Xue quickly grabbed Hu Yucheng's hand and ran towards the outside of the corridor.
Hu Yucheng's narrow eyes fell on the palms of the two people's hands, and he was suddenly moved in his heart... Wuwu... His baby Xiaoxue actually started to know how to protect him...
Taozi looked at the backs of the two people fleeing, and finally couldn't help but laugh out of her originally angry expression. These two guys seemed to be getting more and more harmonious together...
Turning her head to look at Shen Mochen, who was still sleeping peacefully, Taozi stretched out a pair of white and slender little hands and held his hand tightly.
His fingers are slender and have distinct knuckles. There are faint half-moon marks on the nails. There is a faint dent on the finger that often holds the pen. The lines on his palms are clear and clear. The lifeline is very long. Tao Zi puts his palm
Covering it up, looking at the lifelines of the two people intertwined, a warm feeling suddenly surged in my heart.
The light in the ward gradually dimmed, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone softly through the window, falling on the floor and dyeing it a warm orange. In her ears was his even and peaceful breathing, and in her hand was
He kept holding her hand, and Taozi suddenly felt that it would be good to live like this forever. It would be such a romantic thing for two people to go from youth to gray hair together hand in hand.
Taozi unconsciously fell asleep lying on the bedside.
Then, she had a long dream.
In the dream, there were ruins. The whole city seemed to have been bombed by fighter jets. There was no one on the empty streets, and the surroundings were desolate. But in front of her were familiar streets and familiar scenery. She was crying and calling Shen Mochen in the dream.
name, but she could only hear her own echo. The whole world was dead silent, and no one answered her.
Taozi woke up in a cold sweat. In her sleepy state, her fingers subconsciously bent and touched Shen Mochen's palm. His hand had become warm, no longer cold, as if it was the only warmth in her cold dream.
Taozi opened her eyes and looked at Shen Mochen lying on the hospital bed. He was still sleeping, but the clock on the wall had already pointed to eleven o'clock at night. There was a "gurgling" sound from her stomach, and Taozi thought
Get up, I haven't had dinner yet.
But...it's already this time, why doesn't Shen Mochen wake up...
Could it be that the amount of those two sleeping pills was too much for him?
In the quiet night of the hospital, Taozi looked at Shen Mochen with his eyes tightly closed, and suddenly remembered the dream he had just had. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to push him, and whispered: "Shen Mochen... wake up quickly...
How long are you going to sleep... I stayed here for you, not just to watch you sleep..."
Still no response.
Tao Zi raised her head and looked at his quiet side face under the moonlight. His fair skin was glowing with a white and translucent sheen. His long eyelashes were blinking gently in his sleep, as if the wings of a butterfly were slightly flapping.
For some reason, Taozi suddenly remembered the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale. Shen Mochen looked like a prince who had been bewitched and fell into a deep sleep.
