Lan Qing rested for a long time, and vaguely heard a noise from the door downstairs.

She got up from the bed, walked to the door, quietly opened a slit, and looked down through it.

In the hall, Jiang Rin's long and slender figure fell into view, his back was to Lan Qing, and in front of him stood Wu Ma, who seemed to be whispering something to Wu Ma.

Lan Qing glanced at it a few times, coldly, as if she had noticed something in the dark, Jiang Rin looked in her direction suddenly, and it was as faint as an ice cone, so frightened that Lan Qing quickly closed the door.

Let's do it—

She covered her pounding heart, took a few deep breaths, and didn't know if he really saw it or not, but what happened to be a little bit of a thief unexpectedly?

Jiang Rin in the hall raised his lips and smiled, unexpectedly with a hint of unique gentleness, he retracted his gaze and continued to tell Mother Wu.

"So these days, it's troublesome for Wu's mother to arrange for people to go to the hospital to take care of my father."

Mother Wu wanted to speak and stopped, "But ......"

The Lan family obviously has a family private doctor, why should they go to the central hospital for treatment.

But in the end, the master's family affairs, Wu's mother didn't dare to say more, and nodded in response.

Lan Qing saw that the time was almost close to eleven o'clock, she turned off the light, and in the dark vision, she could only see the vague outline of the chandelier on the ceiling, lying on the soft bed, and there was a feeling of swaying on the water, dizzy.

Falling asleep in the quilt in a daze, the hour hand ticking, quietly turning to twelve.

Suddenly, Lan Qing noticed the sound of footsteps, woke up from light sleep, she opened her eyes, there was a person half-squatting in front of her, the familiar breath made Lan Qing's heart sink, and she sat up suddenly, and the long hair that had been dry fell down one by one.

"Brother?!"

"Shhhhh ”

Lan Qing was silent, Jiang Rin chuckled, and the hearty laughter echoed in her ears, like a low cello, melodious like heaven.

"Good."

"Brother, you're here—"

Suddenly, Jiang Rin hugged her, buried his head in her shoulder and neck, sniffed deeply, breathed a long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed all of a sudden.

"Brother...... This is the ...... at home," Lan Qing tried to break free from Jiang Rin's embrace.

In the dark night, he couldn't see his expression clearly, the sound of clothes rubbing came, he took a deep breath, gasped slightly, but hugged Lan Qing tighter, and said in her ear like a threat, "If you make me unhappy again, I don't know what I will do......"

Lan Qing stiffened her body, didn't move, and obediently let him hold it.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything, hehehehe......" Jiang Rin's hand was already silently rubbing her smooth shoulder, and her fingertips were entangled in her hair.

"I miss you so much, I want to smell your breath, I want to talk to you, I want to ......"

The longing seemed to burst from every bone marrow, so entangled that it was about to stop breathing.

Since he was born, he has not been attached to many things, and the appearance of Lan Qing's younger sister seems to have changed everything, making him step by step towards the abyss, unable to turn back.

"Let me hug you."

Jiang Rin's tone gradually became gentle, as if she lowered her posture and coquettishly, but she really didn't do anything excessive.

He muttered a little tiredly, "Are you so cute when you sleep?" Hehehehehehe. ”

Jiang Rin didn't remember when she came in, only that she forgot to wake her up when she saw her sleeping so soundly.