"I'm not leaving, I'm here!" She looked up, looked at the man's handsome pale face, leaned into his ear and whispered. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I don't know if I heard her words, or if my consciousness became more and more blurred, the man's arm that was clamping on her finally slowly let go, and Bei Xiaorou was able to get up from his chest, and before she could completely leave, a big hand hanging by the man's bed grabbed her small hand and clenched it in the palm of her hand.

The warm temperature in the palm of his hand came through the intersecting hands, Bei Xiaorou's heart shrank slightly, pursed her lips slightly, and after a while, the little hand held his big palm and slowly sat down on the chair next to the bed.

Song Weize, who was always standing quietly on the side, his eyes fell on their tightly clasped hands, and then looked at Bei Xiaorou, who only had the man on the bed in his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes, he lowered his eyes, turned around and walked out, but he saw his parents standing at the door at some point.

The inquiring eyes of the two continued to sweep towards the man on the bed, and when they saw Bei Xiaorou so worried and concerned, they vaguely guessed something, and then looked at their son with worry in their eyes.

Song Weize pursed his lips, walked to them with a calm face, raised his lips lightly, reached out to put his hands around his parents' shoulders, and took them out of the door, "Don't disturb them!" ”

The rain was still pouring down outside the window, and the raindrops were knocking on the window, and the sound was clearly audible in the silent room.

In the dim room, the wall lamp at the head of the bed emits a faint yellow light, illuminating the man lying quietly on the bed, the long eyelashes that make women jealous, casting a faint shadow under the closed eyes, and the big hand hanging down at his side has always been tightly clutched in the palm of his hand, never letting go for a moment.

Bei Xiaorou, who sat on the chair and stared at him quietly, slipped her other hand over the man's broad and full forehead, gently soothed between his tightly locked eyebrows, and her fingers ran down the bridge of his straight nose, and finally came to the somewhat dry and pale lips.

The man's breath was scorching, and the fingers that had stopped on his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes fell firmly between his lips.

Thinking that he stubbornly stood downstairs all day without eating or drinking, and only then did he look weak now, his heart tightened for a while, tears appeared slightly in his eyes, and his vision was hazy.

With her lips moving slightly, she slowly leaned over, leaned over, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and retracted the fingers that fell between his lips, her lips trembled lightly close to the man's dry and closed lips, and gently dropped a kiss.

A crystal teardrop dripped down the corner of his eye onto the man's closed eyelid, and his eyes moved slightly, but they never opened.

Bei Xiaorou slowly opened her eyes, raised her head to look at the handsome face of the man who was close at hand, her heart throbbed for a while, making her have the illusion that she couldn't breathe, tears slid down her cheeks, she said softly in a hazy mist of tears: "Ziqian, what should I do?" ”

The only thing that answered her was the silence of the room.

The night was getting deeper and darker, and the rain was slowly lightening.

Song Weize came in again to check on the man's situation, looked at Pei Xiaorou who was full of worry, and whispered that he was fine. I wanted to persuade her to take a rest, but when I saw the two of them still holding hands tightly, she stopped talking and left the room without further persuasion.

And Bei Xiaorou was always at ease, unable to sleep all night, her worried eyes stared at the man tightly, from time to time she held a towel on the bedside table, helped him wipe the sweat beads oozing from his forehead, and gently fed him water when he unconsciously pursed his lips uncomfortably.

It wasn't until the second half of the night, when the temperature on the man's body was no longer hot, that a burning heart let go slightly, and finally he couldn't support it and fell asleep beside the bed.

The sun was shining through the window, and the room without curtains was bright, and it was sunny this morning, even though it was a storm yesterday, as if everything yesterday was an illusion.

In the quiet room, the yellow wall lamp on the head of the bed is still shining, but it looks dim in the daylight.

The closed eyes of the man on the bed slowly trembled, and as the eyelids opened, the slightly dazed eyes quietly looked at the pale ceiling above his head, and his consciousness was a little blurred for a while.

He frowned, his eyes moved slightly, his head turned to the side, and his dark eyes shrank slightly when he saw the scene in front of him.

The woman with the pillow of her arm leaned quietly beside him, her delicate eyebrows locked deeply on her delicate face, as if she had fallen into some kind of sorrow, and the little hand on the edge of the bed was firmly grasped by his big hand.

He only remembered that he saw a woman with an umbrella in the heavy rain yesterday, but he had no memory of what happened afterward. With a slight turn of his black eyes, he glanced at the environment he was in now, and then at the arms exposed under the covers, the long sleeves that did not belong to him, and the head that no longer felt groggy at this time, faintly clear.

Lei Ziqian's eyes softened suddenly, pursed his lips lightly, supported the bed with his other hand and sat up slowly, slowing down his movements as little as possible not to alarm the sleeping woman, looking at the dark shadow under her eyes, a trace of distress flashed on his face.

He easily held the woman's hand, and wanted to get up and carry her to the bed, so that she could sleep peacefully, but as soon as he let go of his hand, Pei Xiaorou seemed to feel something, her eyes moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Because she was worried about his situation, Bei Xiaorou did not completely put her mind down and fell asleep, so she woke up after feeling a slight disturbance.

Seeing that the big hand that should have been holding her was released, she was slightly stunned and hurriedly straightened up, and met a pair of deep black eyes.

A light of surprise burst out of her eyes, and she hurriedly leaned forward, reached out to cover the man's forehead, probed his body temperature, and asked repeatedly, "Awake?" How does it feel? Still uncomfortable? Would you like to drink some water? Or ......"

Before she finished her words, her little hands were wrapped in the man's warm palms, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at him fixedly.

Lei Ziqian's dark eyes stared at her for a moment, holding her little hand tightly, slowly bringing it close to her lips, and branding a hot mark on the back of her hand, "I'm sorry!" ”

Three simple words, but Pei Xiaorou's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, she bit her lip tightly, and opened her eyes, not wanting him to see her fragility at this time.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, in the man's low and dumb noise at the moment, the grievances in her stomach surged up in an instant, her eyes were sour and unbearable, and the tears couldn't stop falling.

Seeing the tears flashing in the corners of her eyes, Lei Ziqian's heart suddenly hurt, and he hurriedly leaned forward, reached out to pinch her chin, and twisted her head strongly. When I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, I felt that my heart was clutched tightly by an invisible hand, and it kept throbbing.

With her eyebrows tightly locked, she raised her other hand and gently wiped the tears on her face, her handsome face full of remorse and chagrin, "Don't cry. ”

Bei Xiaorou just lowered her eyes and stubbornly refused to look at him, reached out and pushed away his big hand that was holding her chin, turned her head to avoid his touch, and turned her back to him directly.

Seeing her repulsive appearance, Lei Ziqian's heart ached, leaned forward, and tightly wrapped around her body from behind, obviously feeling that her body had lost a lot of weight, the more distressed her black eyes became, and the big hand holding her couldn't help but tighten more and more.

Bei Xiaorou's body stiffened slightly, biting her lips, reaching out to grab the man's arm and trying to pull him away, with grievances and annoyance in the soft noise, "Let go!" ”

Who knew that the man didn't care about her struggles at all, he just locked her tightly in his arms, pursed his lips, and whispered to her neck: "It was my fault that I didn't listen to your explanation that night and left, but you shouldn't have broken up so easily, have you ever thought about my feelings?" ”

In the end, there was a slight irritation and disappointment in his tone.