Gu Qingcheng's suppleness and well-behaved made Tang Shi subconsciously tighten his arms tightly and hugged her into his arms.

Gu Tingcheng's sobbing voice gradually became smaller, after crying for so long, Gu Tingcheng was lazy and tired, and she didn't want to move, her brain was also groggy, so she leaned on Tang Shi's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.

Tang Shi's hand patted her back for a while, without any sense of rhythm, but it made Gu Qingcheng relax little by little, and after a while, her breathing became uniform and long, and she fell asleep in Tang Shi's arms so quietly and reassuringly.

Tang Shi's hand patting Gu Qingcheng's back gradually stopped, he buried his head in her neck socket, smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and slowly closed his eyes.

The starlight outside the window dimmed little by little, and even the sound of insects gradually disappeared.

The whole world fell silent.

Tang Shi has always maintained a posture of embracing Gu Qingcheng.

When Tang Shi pulled Gu Qingcheng to flush the water, he didn't dry the bodies of the two people at all, and went to bed, the bed was already wet, and gradually Tang Shi felt a coldness.

Tang Shi moved his body slightly, and hugged Gu Tingcheng to the sofa on the side, Gu Tingcheng's body had already dried naturally, his hair was long and many, and it was still wet, Tang Shi was afraid that he turned on the hair dryer and woke her up, so he took a towel to dry her hair little by little.

Tang Shi picked up Gu Tingcheng, walked to another bedroom, put Gu Tingcheng on the bed, pulled up the quilt and carefully covered it for her.

Tonight's joy-love, halfway through, because of her crying, forced to stop, Tang Shi has always felt that there is a breath of anger that can't be vented, at this time he looked at her sleeping quietly, but felt that the anger was more rampant and domineering.

Tang Shi's eyes staring at Gu Qingcheng gradually became deeper, and his breathing slowly became a little heavy.

He felt as if he was about to lose control of himself.

But he tried his best to suppress himself.

His hand slowly stroked Gu Tingcheng's cheeks, he felt as if he was about to lose control of himself, he licked his slightly dry lips slightly, and then gently lowered his head and put his lips on his side of his head, she was swollen like walnuts because of crying, and then slowly fell on her eyebrows, and in the bottom of his heart, he said softly: Good night, my tilt.

Who said it, good night is an indirect confession.

He had said this to her in countless nights, but she had never heard it once.

Good night.

I love you and love you.

My pour.