Waiting for you to fall a flower

Ye Beicheng leaned back on the sofa and watched Jing Ya staring at the book for a moment, so focused, so quiet, like a light flower, giving off a charming charm in every move.

"I'm sitting next to you. Can you really calm down and read?" Ye Beicheng couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, sure..." Jing Ya nodded slightly, not looking at him.

Ye Beicheng looked at her calm face, and there seemed to be an unknown fire burning in his heart.

After a moment, he said again, "Aren't you tired from watching for so long? Take a break and talk to me."

"I'm not tired. It's interesting to see. If you want to talk, you can go to Ouyang and the others..."

Jing Ya's understatement completely infuriated the men around her. Ye Beicheng smiled evilly, "Okay, you can keep looking. I won't go to Ouyang and the others. I'll stay here until you see that you don't want to see it."

The room returned to its former tranquility, leaving only the sound of each other's breathing.

Ye Beicheng suddenly stretched her neck and leaned over her ear to kiss her earlobe. Although it was a small movement, it made jingya feel numb all over.

"What are you doing? Don't make a scene." She pushed him away.

He reached out to grab her waist, pulled her closer again, and kissed her on the neck. His fiery lips were as gentle as a pool of spring water, and it was comfortable to move them anywhere.

"It's okay. Look at you. I kissed me."

Ye Beicheng murmured. A hand had already been dishonestly stretched out from the bottom of Jing Ya's blouse. It was not until she was breathless from being teased and the book in her hand fell to the ground that she anxiously covered her chest with both hands and said, "How am I going to look at you like this..."

"If you can't stand it, then don't look at it. How can I stand you being so cold to me?"

Ye Beicheng simply pushed her down on the sofa, her fiery lips overbearing before her eyes completely blurred. Jing Ya almost instinctively opened her mouth to welcome his enthusiasm. This little action had actually revealed that she had long wanted to be kissed and hugged by him like this.

The fiery kiss was so intense that Jing Ya felt as if she was floating towards the clouds, but she knew in her heart that once Ye Beicheng gave it, it would be a better feeling than now.

...

The passion faded and Jing Ya was lying on the sofa gasping for air. Ye Beicheng always had a way to make her surrender, which was a bad sign for her.

At night, it began to rain. At first, it was only a drizzle, but in the end, it was getting heavier and heavier.

Ouyang feng stood in front of the window, looking at the heavy rain outside, and suddenly raised a meaningful smile: "God helps me too."

Fei Shaocheng was lying on the sofa watching a movie. Hearing what he said, he asked lazily, "What god can help you?"

"What about you? You're not on the same boat as me, so you don't need to know."

He smiled mysteriously and prepared to return to his room.

"Well, you and I are not on the same boat. Where do you think you are now?"

Ouyang Feng ignored him and went straight out of his room.

At night, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, because on the sea, the wind was even more frightening. The roaring sea breeze mixed with the sound of the rain sounded creepy. Yang Qianxue was curled up in the corner of the sofa, his hands tightly covering his ears, his eyes full of panic and fear.

She was afraid of storms, lightning, and thunder, as anyone who knew her well knew...

Jing Ya and Ye Beicheng had a hand-to-hand fight in the evening, so she lay in bed exhausted and held him tightly in her arms, as if no matter how much the world outside had turned upside down, there was no interference with her.

At eleven o' clock in the night, some of them had fallen asleep, but some of them did not dare to sleep at all. The so-called house leak had been caught in a continuous rain. Originally, the weather was bad enough, but at this time the electricity suddenly stopped. When the whole ship was plunged into darkness, Yang Qianxue could not bear to scream a few times and fell into helpless crying.

The first person to hear her cry was Fei Shaocheng, who lived next door to her. He quickly opened the door to see her with the light of his cell phone, but when he reached the door, he was covered with his mouth and pulled into the opposite room.

He took a picture of his phone in shock, but it was Ouyang Feng. He yelled, "What are you up to? Didn't you hear Yang Qianxue crying?!"

"I heard it, but I don't care about you, do I?"

Ouyang feng calmly folded his arms around his chest, "You don't have to worry about Qianxue. Of course someone will. Ok?"

Fei Shaocheng frowned and immediately understood what the fight was about. He pushed Ouyang Feng angrily, "Am I saying you're sick? Afraid of chaos, right? You can't see anyone else happy, can you?"

"All right, you! What is it? What do you know? I want Yu Jingya to see for herself whether she has a person or a heart." Ouyang Feng rolled his eyes.

"You're just talking nonsense. Even if that crying woman wasn't Yang Qianxue, anyone with a little compassion wouldn't turn a blind eye to her!" Fei Shaocheng snorted sarcastically, "Except for you, of course!"

"Then let's wait and see."

Ouyang Feng confidently opened a crack in the door and stared out like a thief. Fei Shaocheng wanted to go out, but he insisted on not letting him go. He insisted on letting him see what love was destined to be unforgettable...

Yang Qianxue's mournful cry soon woke Ye Beicheng up. He sat up almost reflexively and quickly put on his clothes. He said to Jing Ya, who was also awakened, "I'll go next door and see. Qianxue is afraid of this weather."

Jingya looked at the dark figure and said, "I'll go with you."

She stubbornly got up and put on her clothes, thinking that if Qianxue needed company, she would.

The two of them rushed into Yang Qianxue's room and stood in the middle of the room. Ye Beicheng shouted, "Qianxue..."

The woman on the sofa, who had been crying for so long, heard the sound of help and started crying again. "North city, I'm here. I'm here."

Ye Beicheng quickly stepped forward, and yang qianxue threw herself into his arms, crying even louder, "My world is all black. Am I going to die? I'm really afraid I won't see you again!"

Jing Ya stood there stupidly and finally understood why she insisted on following him. That was not what she was afraid of.

She was afraid that yang qianxue would regard Ye Beicheng as the only person she could rely on, so she followed him without thinking. But what if she came now? Ye Beicheng hugged the woman he once loved so painfully that she had no intention of letting go.

"Don't be afraid. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here."

Yang Qianxue did not know that Jing Ya had followed in. She lay on Ye Beicheng's shoulder and pleaded with trembling nervousness, "North city, can you not leave me? Don't leave me alone, okay? Without you, I was really in pain. I looked at you but couldn't get close to you. That feeling of helplessness was driving me crazy. I really wanted to jump into the sea so that all the pain could end..."

Ye Beicheng yelled trembling, "What nonsense are you talking about? You are not allowed to say such inauspicious things!"

Unlucky words? Jing Ya smiled self-deprecatingly. It seemed that Ye Beicheng had completely forgotten that there was still a person behind him that he loved now.

Coughing... Her throat was choking so hard that she coughed twice unconsciously and finally caught Ye Beicheng's attention. He explained to the figure in the dark, "Jing Ya, Qianxue has night blindness."

And then? She had night blindness, and then what?

Jing Ya wanted to ask if she had night blindness, so you had to hold her like this? If Yang Qianxue needed someone to hold him in order not to be afraid, then she could do it for him.

"Oh."

Even though he was extremely sad, Jing Ya only said "Oh," and then said with a hint of hope," why don't I stay here with her?"

She had made it clear that if she stayed here with Yang Qianxue, he wouldn't have to stay here.

"North city, don't go, don't go..."

Yang Qianxue had never been so afraid of losing Ye Beicheng as she was now. A few flashes flashed through her mind. She sat alone on the beach and cried for no reason. Then someone held her hand and said, "It's going to rain soon. Let's go home."

It was a strange face. He insisted on taking her home. She was afraid and didn't want to go with him, but the man still forced her home...

These bits and pieces made her hold the man in front of her even tighter. The tighter she held him, the surer she felt. But as long as she let go a little bit, her heart would die in a panic.

"Don't leave me, don't, don't..."

Ye Beicheng could clearly feel the person in his arms shivering as she spoke incoherently. He patted her on the back with heartache, "Don't be afraid. I'm not leaving. I'm here."

This sentence was clearly said to Yang Qianxue, but jingya felt that it was also said to her.

He had already said that he would not leave and that standing here alone would only be a joke. She rubbed her sour eyes and turned to walk out the door without saying anything.

Just as she was about to reach the door, Ye Beicheng suddenly said, "Jing Ya, she's helpless right now. I'm just comforting her for a while."

It seemed like an explanation, but it didn't seem like it. Ye Beicheng might be afraid that she would think too much, or perhaps he wanted to prove that he didn't stay here because he still loved Yang Qianxue.

Jing Ya did not respond and quietly closed the door.

Her gloomy back looked unusually lonely in the dark corridor. Ouyang Feng, who was hiding in the crack of the door, smiled proudly. He was happier than anything when he saw that Yu Jingya, like a hedgehog, had lost his soul.

"I say you are a man of virtue! How can you do all these immoral things!"

Fei Shaocheng also saw Jing Ya go back to his room alone. He felt heartbroken for no reason. He pushed Ouyang Feng away and went back to his room angrily.

Jing Ya didn't fall asleep after she went back. Some random thoughts floated in her head like snowflakes. Would Ye Beicheng kiss Yang Qianxue? Would yang qianxue take the initiative to kiss him? Is it possible that a single man and a few women would be unable to control themselves...