Su Mingyuan raised his head and glanced at the window in the upper left again, it was still dark and silent.

The small figure of Qiao Yue curled up on the big bed wrapped in a quilt came to mind, and Su Mingyuan's heart seemed to be lightly hit by something, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart.

There was a hint of distress in the softness, accompanied by deep pity, and he suddenly wanted to see her, now, right away.

Su Mingyuan pushed the car door and got out of the car.

He walked quickly to the villa, and in the thin rain and mist, his steps seemed a little urgent.

Su Mingyuan pushed open the door, did not turn on the light, and then the bright light from the garden walked directly to the stairs.

As he stood at the door of his bedroom on the second floor, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

It took about a minute before he slowly reached out and took the doorknob.

The metal doorknob was held in the palm of his hand, a little cool, Su Mingyuan held it tightly, and after a few seconds, it slowly opened.

Su Mingyuan's action of opening the door was not as big as before, but he was very careful, trying to reduce the noise made by opening the door, for fear of waking up the people inside.

The door opened, and Su Mingyuan didn't walk in immediately, but glanced in the direction of the bed before he opened his long legs and walked in.

There was a thick carpet on the floor, and walking on it barely made a sound.

Su Mingyuan stared at the person on the bed until he was one meter away from the side of the bed before stopping.

Outside the window, the light from the garden shines through the window, so that the light in the room is not too dim.

Su Mingyuan just stood there quietly, his eyes unblinking at the thin figure curled up on the bed, his eyes almost greedy.

During the distance from getting off the car to the villa, Su Mingyuan's clothes were wet from the rain, and his hair was full of thick moisture.

But he didn't realize it himself, a heart, a pair of eyes, all on Qiao Yue who was curled up on the bed.

Qiao Yue's breathing was very shallow, as if she was sleeping soundly, very peaceful, and her breathing was no longer as heavy as in the morning, which made Su Mingyuan feel relieved.

Looking at Qiao Yue, who was as quiet as a baby, lying on the bed obediently, Su Mingyuan's heart became more and more soft.

Qiao Yue leaned sideways, facing outward, facing the direction of the window, which was also the direction he usually slept in.

Qiao Yue's sleeping posture is rarely seen by Su Mingyuan.

She was always facing inward, far away from where he slept, and even after making out, she would quickly turn in, away from him, and her small figure shrank at the innermost side of the big bed, as if she would fall under the bed over there at any moment.

Su Mingyuan often looked at the large blank space between the two, his heart was anxious and lost, looking at the petite figure shrunk into a ball, helpless and distressed.

If the bed can be infinitely large, then the void between him and Qiao Yue will also become infinite.

Su Mingyuan's heart was a little lonely, in fact, she didn't need to be so afraid of herself, he would rather her be willful than she was so afraid of him.

Because being scared meant being alienated, he wanted to get closer to her.

Qiao Yue lay quietly, quiet and well-behaved.

Standing there, Su Mingyuan could just see half of Qiao Yue's face under the cover of her long hair, fair and delicate, and let go of all her guards.

Su Mingyuan couldn't help but take half a step forward, wanting to touch her cheek, but thinking of the morning, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes dimmed.

Thinking of the morning, she suddenly pushed herself away and looked at him with a frightened expression, Su Mingyuan's heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and suddenly shrank.