"It doesn't matter." He looked up at her and said firmly.

Jing Qingran nodded slowly, and then lowered his head to drink the soup again.

"Let's finish eating and go for a walk." The man said.

"Okay." Without hesitation, she nodded.

The meal continues in this quiet atmosphere and then ends.

After paying the bill, without stopping, the two walked out of the restaurant.

……

On the boulevard, pedestrians are bustling, the wind blows lonely, and the weather is still overcast.

A green leaf fell from the branches, and fell between the two of them, and in that intimate distance, it crossed their clothes, was blown by the breeze, and fell to the ground.

In the evening, the two returned to the hotel.

Jing Qingran took the lead in going to the bathroom, took a shower, cleaned himself up, and walked into the room in a wide dressing gown, and the man went in to take a bath.

The woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the distant sea view outside the window, she couldn't see any scenery, but she could hear the sound of the tide rising and falling, in this quiet evening, the tide ebbed and flowed, and there was a little spark.

She looked out the window, I don't know how long, the bathroom door was pushed open, and the man who had not been moving forward long ago came out, he was also wearing a nightgown, his short hair was blown by a hair dryer, dry, the whole person looked clean, his eyebrows and eyes were very handsome, and his temperament was cold and elegant.

He approached behind the woman, without saying a word, he reached out to pick her up, hugged her horizontally, looked down at her in his arms, his cold face showed a subtle smile, and his thin lips moved lightly, "Sleep." ”

Actually, it's not far, just a few steps away, but he just likes to hug her.

Jing Qingran is also used to being hugged by him, anyway, he is too lazy to walk, he is very comfortable to be held, after all, he doesn't have to step his legs.

"Hmm." Leaning on his strong chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, buried in his arms, sniffing his unique faint cold fragrance on the tip of his nose, nodding gently to him and responding to him.

Carrying her to the bed, taking off her shoes, covering the quilt, then, turning off the light, he rolled over and climbed onto the bed.

In the dark, under the white quilt, the two were very close, their heads were only twenty centimeters apart, and today, the man miraculously did not take the initiative to turn over and press the woman under him.

The two were just very close, and there was nothing out of the box on their hands and feet.

Looking at the dark night, Jing Qingran thought a lot in his mind.

In the morning, the man still called his wife very affectionately, although she verbally said that they were not married yet, just a prospective couple, but who did not have vanity? Hearing him call his wife, Jing Qingran was actually very happy.

However, since he dragged her briskly into the restaurant for lunch, the man had not called her so affectionately, and, it seemed, he was still a little angry with her.

This makes Jing Qingran feel sad.

Now, the two are lying under a quilt, and he is very polite to her and does not touch her.

In fact, I don't feel anything in my heart whether I touch it or not, but this thing has a criminal record, and it is not groundless.

Before, the man seemed to be angry with her.

Sighing, looking at the vast night, and then looking sideways at his face in the night, not knowing what to say.

It seems that he closed his eyes and breathed evenly.

Asleep? These three words popped up in Jing Qingran's heart.

He has always been in better spirits than hers, and he didn't sleep late tonight, and he fell asleep before she fell asleep, which felt a little strange.

Jing Qingran opened his mouth softly, and spit out a word in his ear, "Hey~~", which was very soft.

The man didn't answer her, his breathing was shallow, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.