Su Yan gently pushed open the bedroom door, and she lay on his bed, the light softer than the lamp shattered under his eyes, like a heavy twilight, more like a sunset, so soft that it was a mess.

He stood in the doorway for a long time before he walked in, the bedroom he had entered for an unknown number of times, and it was the first time he had entered with such palpitations.

There is a tendency for the heart to burst and the blood to swell.

He stepped in, not daring to get too close, just stopping where he could completely encompass her face.

The book kite's face was more ruddy, his lips were still very white, and the wound on his palm had been cleaned and a band-aid was applied.

I don't know if it hurts or what, her eyebrows are locked tightly, and she called out like a nightmare: "Yun Mo." ”

Su Yan seemed to know why, and his gaze darkened a little.

The recording he listened to.

He endured all his thoughts and didn't bother her choice, but he didn't expect Yun Mo to give up on her for the future.

He didn't dare to touch the person he didn't dare to touch, he was wronged by others, how could he stand it, but she still loved her to die and live, and he couldn't be ruthless.

The book kite muttered softly from time to time, her lips were pale, Su Yan walked over and probed her forehead, slightly hot, and his voice was very soft: "Isn't it uncomfortable?" ”

She didn't.

He touched her with the back of his hand, and the back of his hand was hot.

Su Yan took a few steps back and came out from a safe distance.

Shu Kite's hand suddenly moved, and the band-aid in the palm of his hand fell off, and blood oozed out.

Su Yan: "......"

He stood still for a moment before he hobbled over, crouched on the ground and put the Band-Aid back, but blood still oozed out.

On the table next to him was disinfectant and band-aids left by the doctor, and he took them and cleaned them up in style, he didn't know any of them, but he was serious like a studious child.

After the cleaning was completed, Su Yan held her hand in a daze, lowered his head, and blew on the wound: "Does it hurt?" ”

Even though he knew she wouldn't answer, he just wanted to ask.

The book kite still didn't respond.

She slept in the moonlight, her eyes were closed, her face was mostly pale, like a banshee dotted in a painting, sealed, and a faint pink on her cheeks gave her a touch of bewitchment.

Su Yan poked his head down, he knew what he was doing, but he couldn't help it, he pressed his lips down, touched the band-aid in the palm of his hand, and sucked it shallowly.

It's cold, her hands are cold.

The book kite frowned, and his hand twitched.

Su Yan raised her head, the whole person froze, she didn't wake up, his lips were originally cold, but now the temperature is getting higher and higher, and the tips of his ears are burning a little.

He was stunned for a long time, and suddenly the corners of his mouth lifted and he smiled.

The snow outside the window was falling deeply, and he turned his head sideways, and the sketch portrait of the girl on the wall swayed on the tip of his heart.

In the early hours of the morning, Su Yan waited until all the heart palpitations that suddenly broke out dissipated, and then collected all the portraits about her before leaving the bedroom.

He didn't go far, he leaned against the wall at the door of the bedroom, the living room was quiet and quiet, he looked down and smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, this kind of shallow touch really cost him half his life.

He was greedy and wanted to have it for the rest of his life.

Now that she's alone, whoever robs him, he may do whatever it takes!

The next morning, the morning sun shone in and spread over the entire bedroom, and the corners were covered with light.

The book kite's eyelashes moved, slowly lifted, and she looked at the empty position at her side, and the warmth slid down the corner of her eye.

She dreamed of him, and he held her, and those were all fake, telling her not to believe it.

But now I woke up from my dream.

She sat up from the bed, the environment was unfamiliar, she raised her hand to block the light shining on her face, looked down at the clothes on her body, and her eyebrows were gloomy.

The bedroom door was pushed open.

Su Yan walked in, his face suddenly stunned.

Hearing the voice, the book kite followed the prestige.

She sat on the bed, the light that slipped through her fingers on her face, the fever had subsided, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyes were bright, the neckline of her pajamas was slightly open, and her skin was like congealed cream.

Su Yan looked away: "Wake up, are you better?" ”

The book kite's eyes blinked weakly, his face was flat, and he didn't blush: "This is your home?" ”

"Hmm." He walked over and touched her forehead, and he didn't intend to hide his joy, he wanted to show it little by little from his concern: "You fainted, and you have a high fever, I can't go to public places, I can only take you here." ”

She looked down at her clothes, then at him, and her voice rustled after a deep sleep: "How do you know I'm there?" ”

He answered the question of her eyes first: "The doctor changed the clothes for you, woman." ”

The book kite was speechless, his nerves relaxed, waiting for him to answer the question.

"The current wife of the Yun family, Su Ying." He didn't want to, but he couldn't find a reason, he pursed his lips, and there was a heavy dark color in his eyes: "It's my own sister, I'm going to find her." ”

She poked into the head of the bed, "Did you pick up a box?" ”

Su Yan pondered for a moment: "In the living room." ”

Even if she was treated like that, she would wake up and ask for a hand about him

The book kite reached out and lifted the quilt, and there was a pair of men's slippers next to the bed, which were neatly arranged, and the position was also in the best place where her feet stretched out.

She put on her shoes and stopped next to him: "Thank you last night, I'll go back first." ”

He stared at her without saying a word, and saw tears in the corners of her eyes.

The morning sun was shining, and the light did not enter her eyes, but he had it in his eyes, because he had her in his eyes.

Su Yan reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding it very tightly, pursed her lips and pursed it, opened and opened, and finally changed her words: "I still owe you a favor." ”

He wanted to express what he liked, and he wanted to tell her that he had liked her for four years.

The book kite remembered that his hand on the wrist was cold, but she corrected: "That's not what you owe me." ”

He shouldn't be like this.

Su Yan didn't care about this, she just didn't want her to leave like this, and she didn't want the two to have any involvement: "I promised you, I owe you." ”

She withdrew her hand, calm as usual: "No need. ”

Yun Mo didn't want her anymore, she didn't have anything she wanted, and now she had nothing to ask for.

When she saw the box in the living room, she threw it on the coffee table at random, picked it up and put it in her pocket, turned around and bowed her eyebrows to him.

Su Yan stood at the door of the bedroom, clasped his hands, and his eyes were dark: "No matter what you do, I can help you, if you go out of this door, the conditions will be null and void." ”

"Hmm." She walked to the door.

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