Shen Yue had no choice but to stay with him.

Knowing that Sang Fan has insomnia, the other party should not have had a good night's sleep in the past few days, and his eyes are bruised, showing decadence.

Why bother?

Just like to lose your temper so much?

Just when Shen Yue was thinking nonsense, his wrist was pulled, the sky spun around, and the whole person was dragged to the bed.

Fortunately, the bed was very soft, and Shen Yue didn't feel much pain.

Sang Fan, like an insecure child, drilled into her arms one by one, and the hot breath sprayed on the exposed skin, so hot that she couldn't ignore it.

His strong arms locked Shen Yue tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, sniffing at the tip of his nose like a dog, perhaps because the familiar fragrance of the tip of his nose gave him a sense of security, so his shoulders were not shaking.

The weight of a tall adult man almost overwhelmed Shen Yue, but she didn't push it away, and of course she didn't have the strength to push it away, so she could only gently pat the man's broad back.

"Sleep, sleep......"

The soft, spring-like voice seems to soothe all restless emotions.

Sang Fan finally didn't move again.

The night was getting deeper, and the room was quiet and you could clearly hear the other party's breathing, Shen Yue was very sleepy, her eyes were closed, and she was still muttering to Sang Fan in her arms.

Sang Fan didn't sleep well, and Shen Yue didn't notice it at first, until there was a wet feeling in his neck, and he woke up in a daze.

The room was dead silent, and at this point in time, even the moon was asleep, and all living things were in a deep sleep.

Only the man in her arms.

Hearing the intermittent choking sound, Shen Yue was shocked to sober up, she suspected that Sang Fan was the sequelae after being drunk.

The lamp on the bedside table was not turned off, and the warm yellow light was limited, Shen Yue gently picked up the man's face, he was like falling into some kind of quagmire nightmare that was difficult to get out of, his head was full of cold sweat, his brows were tightly locked, and his handsome and arrogant face did not have a trace of blood at the moment, and his throat trembled, holding back a syllable that was difficult to identify, like choking.

Such a fragile Sang Fan was something Shen Yue had never seen at all.

She didn't know what Sang Fan had experienced, so she was uncomfortable crying in her dreams.

Maybe it was pity, maybe the man's voice was too painful, no matter what, Shen Yue couldn't let him be so uncomfortable.

Shen Yue also knew that he couldn't do anything at this moment, so he could only soften his voice as much as possible and coax him gently to make him feel less uncomfortable in his dreams.

The black-haired and black-eyed girl stretched out her slender white jade-like arms and hugged the man, she was so thin, so small, holding a man almost twice her age, coaxing the big boy.

The voice is clear and soft, "not afraid of ......"

"Dreams are fake."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Maybe the girl's tone was too gentle and pitying, or maybe the faint, charming fragrance she emanated from her bones was too reassuring to the man.

On the contrary, men seem to be more uncomfortable.

The tall boy hugged her and embed her into his arms, and let out a difficult whining smoke in his throat, no one could understand what he was saying, but he could clearly feel that he was helpless, frightened, and anxious.

He desperately wanted to express and save something, but it seemed that everything did not go his way.

Shen Yue comforted him softly, and the man pressed hard against her, squeezing her, and his whole body was hot as if he was about to catch fire.

Shen Yue reached out and touched the other party's face, touching the cold liquid, and couldn't tell whether it was tears or cold sweat.

And she let go of one of the hands that had embraced the man, as if to frighten him, like a beast that lacked security and felt the extreme, and let out a whimper of dissatisfaction in her throat, and tightened her waist, and the two of them were impenetrable.

Shen Yue was almost out of breath when she was strangled, but she didn't move, but quietly maintained this position until Sang Fan finally stopped trembling.

When he got to the back, Shen Yue really couldn't bear it, his upper and lower eyelids were about to stick together, and he fell asleep in less than a while.

——

When Sang Fan woke up, his temples were full of pain, his mind was chaotic, and he was holding a soft and gentle body in his arms.

He pressed his temples hard, relieved the pain, and his thoughts slowly returned, and the events of last night suddenly flooded into his mind.

The nightmare that inexplicably frightened him, he had already become confused, and he only knew that even falling into a coma made him suffocate in pain, and he was desperately longing for the girl's breath to soothe his infatuation, like a pervert.

Sang Fan's whole body slowly became stiff, and the blood all over his body condensed to his face, and a fierce flush appeared.

He looked down at the girl who was still asleep.

Maybe she didn't sleep well at night, her face was pale, and she was obediently curled up in his arms, and her delicate and beautiful face was peaceful.

He moved, looking down to get closer.

The girl's hands hugged him almost subconsciously, her soft cheeks were against his chest, and she didn't forget to coax her mouth in a daze when she fell asleep.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

Through the thin layer of short sleeves, he felt the soft touch of her tip, as if he had been swept by a feather, and the numbness instantly spread to all his limbs.

At that moment, the unknown emotion in his body began to boil, shouting, and then he didn't know how to break through.

His head, slowly, lucidly, was buried deep in the girl's neck, almost greedily sniffing the faint fragrance.

His thoughts were confused, his heart was beating on his own, and his breathing was suddenly unsteady.

In the end, he just pretended to be inadvertent, and gently left a kiss on the skin on the girl's neck, and rubbed it, but in this way, the heat on the tips of his ears did not dissipate for a long time.

Shen Yue didn't open her eyes until near noon, Sang Fan was really good at tossing people yesterday, she lay on the bed and was stunned for a while, and got up from the bed slowly.

The room was empty, and there was no Sang Fan anymore.

Shen Yue went back to his room to wash up.

There was a hot breakfast on the table, which looked like it had just been bought.

Shen Yue finished his breakfast, the door was opened, and Sang Fan walked in.

He must have just finished running, his hair was wet, he was only wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt, and his facial features were cold.

lifted his eyelids, looked at the girl lightly for a second, and then lowered his gaze as if nothing happened, cold and indifferent, not as pitiful as last night.