Ruan Jiaojiao seemed to realize something, her eyelashes trembled, and a soft "um" came out of her nose.

Fu Qiran chuckled lightly and hugged Ruan Jiaojiao.

is only a few steps away, and Fu Qiran always has the illusion of walking through his life.

He carried Ruan Jiaojiao to the bed, and thoughtfully helped her take off her shoes and cover the quilt.

After doing all this, Fu Qiran was not in a hurry to leave or enter the bed.

He half-squatted down and looked at Ruan Jiaojiao quietly.

The big hand touched the heart, and it beat very fast.

It's just a simple word "hug", but it makes him as impatient as a hairy boy.

When did he become so impatient?

Fu Qiran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Fu Qiran's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and the desire that seemed to be gushing out. Hope was suppressed.

The night was getting deeper.

Fu Qiran turned off the light, lifted the quilt and lay in gently.

He had just laid down, and Ruan Jiaojiao, who was sleeping, seemed to notice something, and leaned towards him.

Fu Qiran took Ruan Jiaojiao into his arms and laughed silently.

He said "good night" in his heart, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At five o'clock in the morning, Fu Qiran opened his eyes on time.

He got out of bed and didn't leave as before.

Fu Qiran sat directly on the ground, took Ruan Jiaojiao's hand and put it on his big hand, and then leaned on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the room, casting a shadow on Fu Qiran's body, casting a shadow on the ground.

Time passed little by little, and the sun became more and more dazzling.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled, and there was a faint tendency to wake up.

A few minutes later, Ruan Jiaojiao opened her eyes in confusion.

Her palms were so cold that she was so cold that she returned to the cold laboratory in a trance.

She looked at her palm, and then she realized that Fu Qiran was actually guarding herself and falling asleep directly on the side of the bed.

"Mr. Fu?" Ruan Jiaojiao called out tentatively.

Fu Qiran, who pretended to be asleep, trembled lightly with his eyelashes and slowly raised his head.

He looked at Ruan Jiaojiao with just the right amount of mist in his eyes.

"Jiaojiao." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had caught a cold.

Fu Qiran's health was already very bad, and it was cold on the ground, although he only sat for two hours, it was also a burden on his body.

And because of Fu Qiran's intentional design, Ruan Jiaojiao naturally thought that he had been sitting on the ground all night.

This made Ruan Jiaojiao's heart swell with guilt, worry and other emotions.

"Mr. Fu, it's cold on the ground, you get up first." Ruan Jiaojiao said.

Fu Qiran nodded slightly, propped up the bed and slowly stood up.

But after all, he had been in one position for two hours, and his legs were a little numb.

According to normal words, Fu Qiran would never let people notice that his legs were numb.

But the current situation is different, in front of him, it is Ruan Jiaojiao.

A ghostly light flashed in Fu Qiran's eyes, but in an instant, his body fell towards Ruan Jiaojiao.

Ruan Jiaojiao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to catch Fu Qiran.

But Fu Qiran is much taller and heavier than her.

She couldn't catch him at all, but her body was crushed by Fu Qiran.

Ruan Jiaojiao was about to say something, but she felt a softness on her lips.

Her eyes widened, and her expression became glazed.

After a few seconds, Fu Qiran sat up on the bed.