Pamper your waist

Sheng Yanchen turned on the TV and randomly played a movie that had just been released recently.

Originally, I just wanted to find something to talk about, and said I wanted two people to watch it together.

But as it turned out, just over ten minutes into the movie, he fell asleep unknowingly.

Anyan turned her head and looked at him quietly without moving or waking him up.

He really seemed to have not had a good rest during this period, and now he was leaning against her, sleeping particularly peacefully.

Perhaps it was because he felt uncomfortable due to a cold and couldn't eat well or sleep well, but he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

He is good-looking, and his facial features were originally very three-dimensional, but now he is thinner and his lines are more distinct.

An Yan's thoughts drifted away.

How on earth did she get into such a turbulent relationship with him?
To be honest, she still feels that this is very unreal.

People like Sheng Yanchen, playing in the world, will not really take anyone to heart, let alone easily accept it, and will only belong to one person from now on.

Maybe one day, such a person will appear, but An Yan knows very well that that person will definitely not be her.

She pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty, raised her hand, and moved as gently as possible to help him take off his glasses and put them on the table nearby.

Although his place was equipped with a constant temperature system and it was not cold, she was still worried that he would catch a cold while sleeping like this. She reached out and pulled the thin blanket aside and put it on the two of them.

No matter how thin Sheng Yanchen is, he is still a big man of 1.8 meters, and his basic weight is still there.

He slept against her like this, with almost all his weight on her body. An Yan found it a little difficult to breathe.

But he finally managed to get some good sleep, and she really couldn't bear to push him away for fear of accidentally waking him up.

The movie was still playing, and An Yan watched it by herself for a while. The protagonist's dialogue seemed to really help her sleep, and gradually, she began to feel sleepy.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep just like that.

When she opened her eyes again, the movie had already finished playing.

Soothing piano music came from the TV. It was soothing, gentle and very ethereal, making people's hearts relax and calm down unconsciously.

An Yan subconsciously went to get her mobile phone to check the current time.

Although Aunt Song said she would take good care of her daughter and let her play with peace of mind, she couldn't really stop going back.

She didn't feel anything when she wasn't moving, but when she moved, half of An Yan's body felt a numb and tingling sensation like needles.

Only then did she realize that half of her body was numb because of the constant pressure and poor blood circulation.

An Yan couldn't hold it back, gasped and made a very light 'hiss' sound.

Although the sound was not loud, Sheng Yanchen was still woken up. He opened his eyes almost as soon as he heard the sound.

After being stunned for a moment, he reacted immediately, gently took her arm and rubbed her.

"Why are you so stupid that you don't even know how to move, and you just keep letting me lean on you?"

"Just put me on the sofa. Why put yourself through this?"

An Yan didn't say anything, she took out her phone and checked the time.

In fact, I didn't sleep for long. Looking at the time, the movie should have just ended.

With Sheng Yanchen's massage, An Yan's discomfort was quickly relieved.

She pulled her arm out and moved it, signaling that he was okay.

"You go back to the bedroom and go to sleep. You are finally feeling better. Be careful not to catch a cold again."

Sheng Yanchen's eyes dimmed and he turned his head to look at her.

She seemed to be extra patient and gentle with him today.

An Yan is a very good woman, Sheng Yanchen has always known this in his heart.Even though she was still feeling awkward and uncomfortable with his various behaviors, she knew that he was deliberately bullying others.

But she still wouldn't deliberately be mean to him at this time just to get back at him.

Knowing that he was sick, she would still worry about him. Although she had a tough talk, she would still make meals to see him and feel sorry for him. In order to let him sleep better, she would rather feel uncomfortable than wake him up.

Sheng Yanchen suddenly felt that he was really nothing.

Look what he has done.

In the name of love, in fact, he didn't consider her feelings at all and just kept forcing her.

Thinking about it carefully, he wanted her to put down those defenses, bow to him actively, and admit her feelings and desire for him.

To put it bluntly, it was just his own desire for control that was at work, and he just felt unwilling to do so.

She has actually worked really hard for so long.

Their personalities are inherently different. With her temperament, it's really hard to imagine how much psychological barrier she had to break through to get to this point with him.

Sheng Yanchen felt a little uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand, gently tucked her messy hair behind her ears, pressed the back of her head, pressed her into his hand and rubbed her.

"Tell me the truth, have you ever blamed me or blamed me when I did this to you during this time?"

An Yan knew what he meant, but no one would feel comfortable talking about this kind of thing, so she deliberately pretended not to understand and tried to change the topic.

"What are you talking about? What do I have to blame you for..."

"You have work to deal with, isn't this normal..."

How could Sheng Yanchen just give up like this?

"Have you never had any dissatisfaction in your heart?"

"Don't blame me for deliberately neglecting you and alienating you. In order to force you to take the initiative, I deliberately dissatisfied you..."

His words were so straightforward that An Yan blushed all of a sudden.

"You...don't talk nonsense...I didn't..."

"Seriously not at all?"

His warm breath sprayed on her arms, causing a wave of fearful rejection in her heart.

"The day I went to your house to help you repair the circuit, when I kissed you, do you dare to say... that you felt nothing?"

An Yan is a conservative person at heart, so putting this kind of thing out in the open makes her a little confused.

"You must be sick and confused... What are you talking about... I... I'm leaving... You should have a good rest..."

She pushed him, but he held her in his arms and refused to let go.

"There is, there is, there is nothing to admit."

"Not only do you feel it, I feel it too. I believe that our feelings are the same."

He breathed like a blue, and his voice became hoarse and low, like a seductive siren.

"I also want to tell you that not only did I have it that day, but I still have it now..."

"So...are you going to stay with me today..."

An Yan's heart began to beat wildly, and she felt helpless and panicked. Her eyes evaded, not daring to look at him.

"You're still sick...you need to take a good rest..."

She told herself never to look into his eyes and tried to get up and leave.