In front of Di Yating, no matter how beautiful the girl is, she can't help but doubt herself...
"evildoer!"
Ou Yaxi moved her lips and muttered.
He turned his head slightly, leaned against the stone, half-closed his eyes, and waited for his strength to recover.
Suddenly remembering that he had shoulder and neck inflammation, Ouya turned around again and gently moved Di Yating's head to her shoulder, letting him sleep against her.
"It is said that men take care of women. Even if I am a tomboy, I am still half a woman. Why should I be taking care of you?"
He lowered his eyes and looked at the man leaning on his shoulder, and cursed unwillingly.
Time passes minute by minute.
Di Yating never woke up, and Ou Ya finally couldn't bear it and fell asleep. She nodded and was about to fall forward when she was held up by a big hand.
Di Yating opened her narrow eyes and just moved her dry lips to speak when she noticed her head that was about to fall down and subconsciously held it up.
He found himself resting on Ou Ya's shoulder, his eyes flashed slightly.
Just as he was about to sit up straight and pull the wound on his back, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and almost exhale in pain.
"Um……"
Maybe she was really tired. Ouya was holding her head by Di Yating and didn't wake up for a moment. Instead, she rubbed her hand against his warm palm and smacked her lips comfortably.
"..."
Di Yating was stunned when he caught a glimpse of her charming movements.
A stream of hot blood rushes from the soles of the feet straight to the brain...
It seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not a head, but a hot potato. If he didn't throw it out, he didn't know what he would do!
Di Yating subconsciously wanted to wake her up, but seeing the tiredness between Ou Ya's brows, he couldn't bear it.
After several struggles, Di Yating still gritted his teeth and gently held her head on his shoulders with his big hands. He approached Ou Ya and took her soft body into his arms, so that she could rest comfortably.
Sleeping on his chest.
"Ou Yaya, can we be considered to have gone through adversity together like this?" Di Yating curled up the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his handsome face.
He blinked his evil eyes gently and stared down at the person in his arms.
Ou Ya's sleeping appearance was not at all like her usual serious behavior. Not long after she rubbed herself against Di Ya Ting, she pressed hard into his arms, like an insecure little pet, licking her head vigorously.
Owner.
The slender arms hugged Di Yating's strong waist tightly...
"hiss--"
Di Yating took a deep breath, endured the pain of her wound, and touched her cheek with his big hand.
"Ou Yaya, you still don't admit that you like me, and you don't forget to touch me even when you are asleep..." Di Yating teased her vigorously, but Ou Ya, who was asleep, would not refute and let him endure it obediently.
Can't help but want to laugh.
Like a thief cat, trying desperately to take advantage of her.
"Dia Ting, don't die..."
Ou Ya suddenly moved, holding his clothes nervously with her little hands, and murmured.
There is a rare fear on the pretty little face...
Di Yating was shocked and stared at her instinctive concern in astonishment, a complicated light flashing across his eyes.
The hand holding her tightened, "Ou Yaya, I told you I won't die, don't be afraid."
Ou Ya didn't know if she heard it, she just muttered something and then fell silent.
Her soft body was nestled in Di Ya Ting's broad arms, making her look like a little bird.
When she was asleep, she looked less alienated than when she was awake, more like a little girl next door who needed someone's love.
