Good night, Mr. Pei

Chapter 741

This time, Song Qingci fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, there was only a warm orange floor lamp on in the ward.

Ji Liunian was facing her back, as if preparing to go to the bathroom.

The man was tall and tall, and the warm orange light of the floor lamp scattered on his body, coating his whole body with a layer of warm color.

Song Qingci bit her lips, her nose soured, and tears almost welled up.

In her more than 20 years of life, no man has ever been able to stay by her bedside and take care of her all night.

Even if it is her brother who loves her, the two get together less often because of work, not to mention Song Huaiyuan's irresponsible father.

Ji Liunian went back to the hospital bed again, with a basin of warm water and a wet towel in his hand.

He really has no experience in taking care of people, and there are only a handful of women around him. After returning to Haicheng from Nanqing University, Bai Lu arranged many things for him very well, covering everything, even when he entered the house from outside. Whenever there is water or mud, a servant will come forward to wipe it clean for him.

Coupled with the fact that the group has a lot of things to do, he is also really busy, and has never had time to spend on these human fireworks and trivial matters in life.

Before he knew it, he gave her many firsts.

To the pale woman in front of me.

Ji Liunian himself felt a little shocked.

Sometimes she is so strong and stubborn that he wants to break her wings, and sometimes she is so soft and slender that he wants to protect him in the palm of his hand. This conflicting feeling torments him and makes him very emotional, even moody. .

Ji Liunian soaked the towel, wrung it dry and carefully wiped her hands and sweat from her face.

When he wiped her cheek, he saw a wet tear on the corner of her eye.

Tears fell on the black hair, which was wet to the touch.

"Crying?" Ji Liunian couldn't help murmuring.

His voice was deep and rustling, as if it had been polished on sandpaper, and it was extremely magnetic.

He looked at her slightly frowned brows, then frowned, raised his hand, and placed his fingertips on her brows, rubbing gently and softly, as if to smooth her brows, "Ugly , Now I'm almost mummified, it's even uglier to frown like this. You're so ugly, I think I'm the only one willing to marry you. It must have been because of the lighting in the Charm Bar, or I was drunk, or what? will fall in love with you?"

"Little Enemy, really echoed the old saying of the old man, it's not that enemies don't get together."

Ji Liunian smoothed her eyebrows, and then began to gently wipe her sweat.

Song Qingci closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she didn't dare to open them.

She is not a wooden person, let alone a superwoman.

In fact, she also wanted this kind of warmth between people, so she would readily help Ai Xiangnuan at the beginning, and she would maintain a deep friendship with Ai Xiangnuan for so many years.

Precocious and independent children will feel insecure sometimes, sometimes pretending to be strong, because they dare not be greedy for the warmth given by others, and are afraid of becoming dependent.

Sometimes, I want to absorb this kind of warmth, and rely on this warmth to make my heart beat.

Tell yourself that you are still alive.

The ward suddenly fell silent.

Breathing can be heard in the quiet ward, and the atmosphere is dull and suffocating.

Song Qingci closed her eyes tightly, and she dared not let out a breath. Although she was curious why she suddenly became quiet, she didn't dare to open her eyes suddenly.

(End of this chapter)