He couldn't help but reach out and want to touch her fair face and smooth the wrinkles on her eyebrows.

However, one centimeter away from the center of her eyebrows, Su Mingyuan stopped alive.

His slender white fingers slowly gathered into a fist, and finally reluctantly retracted it.

Su Mingyuan just kept standing by the bed, looking at this woman he loved and hated with affection.

Only at this time did he dare to let go of all pretenses, show his truest self in front of her, and show her his heart.

It was only when Qiao Yue fell asleep that she let go of her fear and vigilance against him and presented it in the most natural state.

The woman he loves is afraid of him, this may be the saddest thing for him, Su Mingyuan couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart, and the corners of his mouth flashed with bitterness.

If it weren't for that, wouldn't they be different now.

However, there are no ifs in life.

Qiao Yue in her sleep did not sleep peacefully, she hugged the quilt tightly, as if only in this way could she find a sense of security.

She twisted her body, her eyes moved, and just when Su Mingyuan thought she was going to wake up, Qiao Yue turned over, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

The long jet-black hair had dried completely over the course of a few hours and was spread smoothly on the pillow.

As Qiao Yue turned over, some hair slipped into her neck, slightly blocking the side of her face.

Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue, and he found that it seemed that every time Qiao Yue slept, she always curled up her body.

Psychologically, the curled up sleeping posture is seen as a sign of insecurity.

Is it so uneasy in her heart, in front of him?

The night has reached its deepest and coldest time of the day.

The window on the windowsill was not closed, and a gust of wind blew in the snow-white curtain, with a hint of coolness.

Su Mingyuan glanced up, walked over, and closed the window.

The man on the bed sighed, sighed, and went back to sleep.

Su Mingyuan's eyes darkened, he took a deep look at Qiao Yue, and then turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Qiao Yue's clothes were hanging on the shelves at random, still dripping with water, including underwear~clothes.

Looking at the slightly cute underwear~ clothes hanging there, Su Mingyuan thought of something, turned his head and glanced in the direction of the bedroom, his throat tightened.

He walked to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, and the restlessness in his heart dissipated a lot.

Su Mingyuan held the edge of the basin with both hands and looked up at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, a peerless face is covered with water droplets, and the ends of the hair on his forehead are dripping with water, indescribably sexy and handsome.

But Su Mingyuan didn't realize it, he raised his hand and wiped the water stains on his face indiscriminately, and his deep dark pupils were bottomless.

There was still a grim expression on his face, as if he was not the one who had just stood in front of the bed and had a gentle affection for Qiao Yue.

Su Mingyuan packed up his emotions, walked out of the bathroom, and walked straight towards the living room.

When passing by the bedroom, Su Mingyuan couldn't help but turn his head, took a deep look at Qiao Yue, and then walked out and gently closed the bedroom door.

It was already mid-morning at mid-morning, and it was still three hours before dawn.

Su Mingyuan planned to lie down on the sofa for a while, and before Qiao Yue woke up, he would go directly to the company.

He walked to the sofa, took a blanket in his hand, and lay down on the sofa with his clothes.

Su Mingyuan's height is more than one meter eight, and it is not comfortable to lie on the sofa, he tosses and turns so much that he can't sleep at all.

Su Mingyuan simply sat up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth.