Qiao Yue didn't dare to think about it, she glanced at the time on the alarm clock, and then silently went around to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed.

Qiao Yue lay on the bed for a long time, Su Mingyuan didn't move, he sat on the edge of the bed all the time, not knowing what he was thinking, until she was about to fall asleep in a daze, he turned off the light and went to bed.

When Su Mingyuan approached, Qiao Yue smelled a faint smell of wine.

Did he drink? Qiao Yue was surprised, but before she had time to think about it, her lips were sealed by a pair of mouths with the smell of wine.

Su Mingyuan was a little different tonight, Qiao Yue felt the temperature on Su Mingyuan's lips for the first time, no longer a cold touch, but with a hint of scorching temperature.

His movements were not as urgent and rude as every time before, and he was much gentler, Qiao Yue realized for the first time that the two of them were together, not only was it painful, but she even felt a trace of happiness.

After it was over, Qiao Yue fell asleep quickly, this time, she did not subconsciously turn inward as usual, bowing her body in pain, but snuggled next to Su Mingyuan, and gradually fell asleep.

Su Mingyuan was lying next to him, looking at the little woman lying beside him, her breathing gradually steady, her eyes were dark and bottomless.

Through the hazy moonlight outside the window, Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue's delicate face stupidly, and traced the soft contours of her face over and over again with his eyes.

Although she still has the shadow of her youth on her face, she has completely become a mature woman, and she can no longer find a trace of immaturity.

Su Mingyuan looked at it, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his fingers stopped at an inch distance from her face, but he never dared to approach, he was afraid that he would wake her up as soon as he got close.

For when she opened those beautiful eyes that were defensive and frightened, he was to put on his full armor, and he was thousands of miles away.

Only at this time can he look at her so unscrupulously, remove all his disguises, and silently express his love for her.

Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue's sleeping face, his heart became softer and softer, and in the end he couldn't help it, and gently dropped a kiss on her slightly frowning eyebrows, wanting to iron out the sorrow in her eyebrows.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, when Su Mingyuan's kiss fell, the frown between Qiao Yue's eyebrows slowly stretched, she snorted lightly, adjusted her sleeping position slightly, and continued to sleep.

Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue's delicate and defenseless sleeping face, and a doting smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, helped Qiao Yue gently tuck the corners of the quilt, and then walked towards Chaoyangtai.

Su Mingyuan stood on the balcony, picked up the cigarette and lit it, when he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, he made a move, and took down the cigarette in his mouth.

Su Mingyuan looked at the southwest corner of the garden, he knew that the fragrance diffused in the air was the fragrance of Jianlan's flowers, because under the apple tree in the southwest corner, there was a Jianlan plant, which was the only thing he took away from Sumu Village back then, and it was also the only thing related to her over the years.

Su Mingyuan knew that he couldn't forgive Qiao Yue, the person he really couldn't forgive was himself.

Under the dark night, Su Mingyuan stared in that direction for a long time, and only one star was still hanging in the sky in the night sky, as if he couldn't bear to leave him alone and bear the loneliness of this long dark night.

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Qiao Yue woke up the next day, and Su Mingyuan, as usual, had long since disappeared.