There is no youth inspiration, only excessive maturity.

Jiang Fuxuan stood up tiredly and turned off all the lights in the room, and the room fell into darkness.

In the room without sight, Jiang Fuxuan still walked freely.

He doesn't need light to hang him high, he needs light, he needs to be hung high.

On the spacious bed, there was only Ling Xiaoyuan, a thin figure.

Maybe it's Ji Fengting's distrust, or maybe it's a little superfluous concern.

Jiang Fuxuan's amplitude was extremely small, he walked to Ling Xiaoyuan's side, and tested Ling Xiaoyuan's temperature with his hand, his slender fingers pressed against Ling Xiaoyuan's forehead.

After confirming that Ling Xiaoyuan's fever had subsided, his fingers moved away from Ling Xiaoyuan's forehead and left quietly.

Jiang Fuxuan was lying on the bed at some point, but he was far away from Ling Xiaoyuan.

He lay on the bed, tossing and turning and never falling asleep, and in the end, he tilted his head sideways and looked at Ling Xiaoyuan who was sleeping.

Jiang Fuxuan couldn't see Ling Xiaoyuan's face, but he could vaguely see the outline of Ling Xiaoyuan's body.

Jiang Fuxuan couldn't help but move to Ling Xiaoyuan's side.

Ling Xiaoyuan's shallow breathing sound was symmetrical and balanced, and she slept well and peacefully.

The irritability in Jiang Fuxuan's heart also seemed to have disappeared a lot, and he became comfortable and stable.

Jiang Fu Xuan's fingers were in the dark room, but the outline was white.

He stretched out his index finger, bent it slightly, and lightly hooked Ling Xiaoyuan's nose, and his fingers touched Ling Xiaoyuan's nose.

It was a very childish move, but it gained a great sense of satisfaction, and Jiang Fuxuan chuckled.

"If only I could be like you, with a simple goal and a good night's sleep."

This is from Jiang Fuxuan's heartfelt words, Jiang Fuxuan scratched Ling Xiaoyuan's nose again, Ling Xiaoyuan's light snort just touched Jiang Fuxuan's fingers.

Jiang Fuxuan's hand that was about to reach back was stretched out, but he reached out to Ling Xiaoyuan's head and rubbed it lightly twice, Ling Xiaoyuan's hair was very soft, like a hairy little monster.

"Good night, little drama spirit"

Jiang Fuxuan's voice was hearty and clean, not serious, not angry, to the point of a bit of a joking tone.

Jiang Fuxuan fell asleep quickly, I don't know if it was because of Ling Xiaoyuan, he fell asleep quickly, so that he would not toss and turn, and even fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

A good night's sleep

The first rays of the morning sun are always warm, and they shine on the earth and awaken vitality.

Jiang Fuxuan woke up very early, just six o'clock, and slept peacefully last night, so he was in a good mood this morning.

Jiang Fuxuan sat on a rattan chair on the balcony, crossed his legs, and read a financial magazine while drinking coffee.

Ling Xiaoyuan likes to lie in bed, he woke up at seven o'clock, and he insisted on lying in bed until half past seven.

Ling Xiaoyuan got out of bed with a yawn, remembering yesterday's infusion.

Ling Xiaoyuan turned his gaze, there was a pinhole on the back of his hand, and there was still some bruising around the pinhole.

Ling Xiaoyuan's mood was very depressed, "I don't know now, when will it be good, my delicate and smooth unique jade hand!" ”

When Ling Xiaoyuan was close to going crazy, he saw the clothes on the sofa, and suddenly felt sleepy, this was a playful fan skirt, the length was below the knee.

The sleeves of the dress are lace wide sleeves, and the roses at the hem of the skirt are very delicately embroidered, and the colors are bright and not tacky.

Ling Xiaoyuan's eyes were about to fall off, this, this is not her "dream clothes"

Ling Xiaoyuan took his skirt and rushed to the living room, but there was no one in the living room, Ling Xiaoyuan took his skirt and trotted to the dining room.

Jiang Fuxuan was eating breakfast on the table in the restaurant, and the food on the table was called a hearty, both Chinese and Western food.

There are Sanyinye toast, as well as stomach-nourishing porridge, all of which Ling Xiaoyuan likes.