Fu Tingyuan carried her to the bathroom to take a shower.

Luo Nanchu had no strength in his body, and even the strength to lift his fingers was squeezed dry by him, and he leaned softly in his arms, obediently like a well-fed cat.

The man's fingers lightly interspersed her cool wet hair that fell on her shoulders, lowered his eyes to look at her exhausted appearance, and chuckled in a low voice: "It would be nice if you could be so well-behaved in the future." ”

Luo Nanchu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and snorted lightly with little strength to show his disdain for his words.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her, chuckled a few times, shook his head, washed the turbidity on her body, wrapped her in a warm bath towel and led her out of the bathroom.

Daytime.

Luo Nanchu lay on the bed and looked at the rising sun, and his whole person was soft and had no strength.

The man sat next to her and gently wiped her hair with a dry towel, and when he saw that she was drowsy, he pushed her: "Don't sleep." Blow dry your hair before going to sleep. ”

Luo Nanchu snorted softly.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her stubborn appearance, sighed silently, smiled, went to the drawer and took out a hair dryer, picked the person up from the bed, and let her sit in his arms to blow her hair.

More than half a year has passed.

Luo Nanchu's hair, which had been cut short, now has grown to the shoulders.

Time does fly quickly, and in a few days it will be a hundred days to think about the birth.

Because I'm with her, even the passage of time seems to be unaware.

Happy days always seem easy and short-lived.

Just like her unconsciously long hair, time is also passing imperceptibly.

But he didn't feel it long.

Day after day, the interval between night and day is not clear because of this person.

There will never be a sleepless night, no need to sit in bed and smoke a cigarette and watch the dim light and shadow brighten little by little.

For him, happiness is no longer insomnia.

After his hair was blown, Luo Nanchu was already asleep in his arms.

Because of her posture, her hair was blown messy by him.

But when I fell asleep, I looked a little childish and cute.

He put the hair dryer away and put it aside, stuffed the person into the quilt, and watched Luo Nanchu curl up in the quilt without a sense of security.

Security.

It seems that for a long time, she was pitifully curled up when she slept alone.

Psychologically speaking, people who sleep in such a position lack a sense of security.

In order to correct her unhealthy sleeping position, when the two of them slept together, he forcibly brought someone over and spread out her hands and feet to let her lie in his arms.

But in the past few days, the opinion that may have taken place on him has reoccupied her intellectual heights, although she didn't say anything more, and she subconsciously reacted when she was sleeping.

Pitiful, like a cat abandoned by its owner.

obviously loved her well, and slept so pitifully with him.

Fu Tingyuan stood on the edge of the bed and looked at her for a while, then lifted the quilt and followed in, hugging the person over.

Luo Nanchu was noisy, and he opened his eyelids and glanced at him with dissatisfaction, Fu Tingyuan reached out and pressed her face into his arms: "Look at what, sleep." ”

Seeing her fall asleep obediently like a small animal, he was a little satisfied, hugging the person and leaning on the head of the bed.