C67 (1/2)

As long as I don't take the initiative to gather that memory in the early morning, there won't be any traces left behind.

This time was perfect for sleeping.

The gunfire outside has nothing to do with me.

In my sleep, there were two powerful arms around me, giving me warmth and support. His embrace was very comfortable.

I turned over lazily, and the soreness of my arm woke me up.

When he opened his eyes, it was already past ten o'clock.

My head still hurt, and my hands hurt even more. He carefully rubbed it and felt that it was a little cold in the room, so he hid himself in the blanket for a while.

Carefully opening my eyes again, I blinked a few times. How could I not remember where I was?

The spacious bedroom was almost empty. The ceiling was high and the color inside was very simple.

Several exquisite pieces of furniture, all alone in their respective corners. The air outlet of the central air-conditioning system was sending out hot air at a moderate pace.

Smoke rose from the humidifier in a corner of the bed.

I searched for a long time, but I couldn't remember where I was.

Beside his ears, there was the sound of light breathing, low, hurried, shattered …

Who?

Startled, I quickly turned my head …

Yin Yijie was lying quietly beside me, sleeping.

Oh my god! He … I … We're actually sleeping in the same bed?!

As if I'd found a temporary bomb, I jumped to my feet and tried to escape.

His body felt sore and tired, and so did his head.

After trying to escape a few times, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and think of his next course of action.

First I touched my clothes: neatly; properly.

Then, he turned around to look at Yin Yijie. This guy, how did he get me here?

It seemed that something was wrong … I remember, I was tired and fell down, and then I would go.

But it wasn't true. In the past, it seemed that when Yin Yiju was tired, he would carry me back. Once, he even stripped me naked and gave me a bath. But this time, why didn't he carry me back?

I got up, supported myself with my aching arms, and slowly moved toward him.

This bed...

So big!

My first painful discovery: the bed was too big for me, and it took a lot of effort just to crawl over to see him!

However, it was very strange. Although I was a bit more careful, there was still some movement. Yin Yijie had not made any movement after so long.

I stopped half a foot away from him, watching him carefully.

While thinking about my painful first lesson, I watched him study.

Although his head hurt a bit, he could still remember everything clearly. I shut my eyes helplessly. The mechanical scenes were reviving in my head, making me feel pained.

However, Yin Yijie had no intention of waking up.

His breathing was heavy and painful; his face had a peculiar red hue, and his lips were pale;

Ye Zichen frowned slightly, as if he was still suffering, or suppressing something …

However, this feeling was clearly different from last night.

My heart tightened, and I quickly went over to take a good look at him.

Very cliché, I continued to touch his forehead: hot!

Touch his face: burn!

His lips had lost their allure, leaving behind a faded bleakness. The occasional uneasy opening, very light, very painful feeling.

What now?

I quickly shook him and wanted to call out to him, but in the end, I didn't know what to call him.

After a long, long time … Yin Yijie slowly pulled me in front of him and pulled the blanket over me with great effort. Then, he pulled me in and wrapped me in it …

My arms and hands hurt, but when I touched him, I put my head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

To think that she felt so at peace with herself... Reliable.

He was fully dressed, no longer dejected from the night. What remained behind him was melancholy.

”Are you cold?” Yin Yijie put his arm around my shoulders, gently caressed my face, kissed me and asked.

When I got out of bed, I was a little cold, but not too cold.

I slightly curled up in his arms, shook my head, and asked him, ”How are you? Has the medicine passed? Now … It seems to be sick. Call a doctor? ”

He will take care of me when I am sick, and he will hold me;

But he's sick, and he still has to carry me … Should he get better quickly?

I need someone to watch over me, and I want to have a good New Year. It's best if he stays with me.

I want to have a good New Year. It's best if he stays with me.

However, it seemed impossible now.

”Alright. I'm just a little tired, I need some rest, and I still have to go out to play in the afternoon. ” Yin Yijie carefully stroked my hair, tidied it up and placed it beside the pillow, forming a dark cloud.

Occasionally, he would place one under his nose to smell it. It felt very fragrant.

His current appearance, tired and sickly, but his black eyes shining, was the healthiest place in his body, which convinced me that he should be fine. The blush on his face seemed to have faded a little, while his lips turned rosy, making him look good.

His arm was still weak, but it was enough to hold me.

His hand kept stroking my hair and face, but he avoided my hand.

This... It should be a topic that we avoid even if we want to.