That's good, too, isn't that what he wants.

Even if Qiao Yue was afraid of him and didn't want to face him, at least she was still by his side.

Isn't this part of his purpose and plan, why is it still sad and heartbroken?

Su Mingyuan took a deep look at the figure far away from him, lifted the quilt and got into bed.

The bed was very large, and when he went to bed, Su Mingyuan obviously felt Qiao Yue's body tremble slightly.

He sat on the bed with his pillow on his head, as she wished, far away from her, leaving a large distance in between.

Su Mingyuan picked up the tablet placed at the head of the bed, opened it and looked at the text report that the original conference call had been converted.

Looking at it, his peripheral vision was attracted by the small figure shrinking in the corner.

Su Mingyuan remembered that he had just seen Qiao Yue at the door of the study.

At that time, Qiao Yue had just taken a shower and was wearing pink silk pajamas, which were very ordinary and even somewhat conservative.

But his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't take his eyes off her white and slender neck.

The pajamas were a little loose, making her waist even more slender.

Her long hair was scattered over her shoulders and slightly messy, obscuring the contours of her face and small ears, giving her a laid-back and natural vibe.

Her eyes looked like they had just been rinsed with water, and they were clear and moist, unbelievably clean.

A faint fragrance came from her, elegant and faint, not a heavy shampoo or shower gel, he couldn't tell what the fragrance was, he just felt that it smelled unusually good.

Thinking of this, Su Mingyuan felt that faint thought came from the tip of his nose again, if there was nothing, he knew that it was worn by Qiao Yue.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Qiao Yue, his eyes were dark and his throat was tight.

Su Mingyuan was holding the tablet in his hand, but he didn't have the heart to look down at another word.

He looked at Qiao Yue with burning eyes, like a beast looking at sweet and delicious food, and he couldn't help but pounce on it in the next second.

However, Su Mingyuan still held back, even though his body was as hot as fire, and his heart was like a hundred claws scratching his heart, he still couldn't help but do nothing.

He knew that Qiao Yue's illness was not completely cured and was not suitable for intense exercise.

He would rather endure it than hurt her and make her cold worse.

Su Mingyuan forced himself to turn his head, so that his gaze returned to the tablet, and used work to divert his attention.

From the time Su Mingyuan went to bed, Qiao Yue lay there and didn't dare to move.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her long, curly eyelashes quivered from time to time, showing that she hadn't fallen asleep at all.

Maybe it was because she slept too much during the day, maybe it was because of what happened tonight, or maybe because of Su Mingyuan, she felt sleepy.

Su Mingyuan's shredded voice came from behind her, and Qiao Yue seemed to feel his cold eyes on the quilt, which made her mind clearer.

The thunderstorm outside the window was still continuing, and every time there was thunder, Qiao Yue's heart was still scared, but she was not as frightened as before.

Maybe it was because of Su Mingyuan's existence, so she subconsciously felt at ease.

It's like eight years ago, she was obviously afraid of the dark and thunder, but she held an umbrella alone, braved the thunder, waded through the rain, and walked through most of Sumu Village to find him.

At that time, she had a belief in her heart, and this belief was Su Mingyuan.

This belief allowed her to overcome all odds and go to him desperately, just knowing that he was there waiting for her.

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