He Is Warmer Than Time

After the punishment was over, Gu Jingxing sighed, and found that the face of the person under him was pale and worried: "Xiao Ran, it's already past three in the afternoon. Eat quickly, okay?"

Song Ran shook his head and put his hand on his stomach: "I'm too hungry, I don't want to eat at all."

Gu Jingxing sat up: "You can't eat without eating."

Song Ran frowned, "I don't want to eat because my stomach hurts."

Gu Jingxing worried: "Then I'll make you some porridge, eh?"

Song Ran curled up on the bed and didn't want him. Gu Jingxing was distressed and guilty. He pulled the quilt to the side, covered her, and touched her face: "I'm going to make porridge, you lie down for a while."

After finishing talking, he hurried to the kitchen, and when he finished cooking the porridge and forced her to eat half a bowl, it was already past four o'clock.

The sky was dark, because it was New Year's Eve, there were frequent firecrackers in the distance outside, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

Gu Jingxing put the porridge bowl aside and asked worriedly, "Does the stomach still hurt?"

Song Ran shrank weakly in the blanket: "Still uncomfortable."

Gu Jingxing reached out his hand carefully into the bed, pressed her stomach, and then gently massaged: "Will this be better?"

Song Ran stared at him, the light outside the window was dim, the light was not turned on in the room, and his profile was submerged in the gloom. She raised her hand and touched his cheek, and the straight lines gradually became clear in the palm of her hand.

Her voice was low and tired and helpless: "Gu Jingxing, why do you think I am with you because I sympathize with you?"

Gu Jingxing was unable to explain anything.

Song Ran sighed and said, "Perhaps, I will feel sorry for you a little bit, but I am with you because I like you, admire you, admire you, rely on you, can't live without you, do you understand? ?"

Gu Jingxing trembled from his fingertips to the corners of his heart, his thin lips pressed tightly, and he didn't say a word. He was already shaking so much that he didn't know what to say, and he only spit on his unbearable low self-esteem.

Song Ran's fingers moved to his chin. There was a short stubble on his chin, which was a bit pierced. She gently rubbed: "Gu Jingxing, you can't be angry with me anymore. If you make me sick and die It’s too late for you to regret it."

Gu Jingxing hugged her into his arms with such strength, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

His voice was low and firm: "Xiao Ran, you won't get sick or die."

Song Ran sat on his lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and chuckled, "Everyone will experience birth, old age, sickness and death."

Gu Jingxing hugged her tighter, and strangled her until her bones hurt. Then she groaned softly, "Gu Jingxing, it hurts..."

Gu Jingxing quickly let go of her, Song Ran softly shrank into his arms: "Jingxing, you are not allowed to worry about gains and losses in the future, you know?"

"Not anymore."

Song Ran thought of something and asked again: "Is it really unpleasant in your heart to see me spending money on that boy?"

Gu Jingxing opened his mouth, but the words came out: "It's okay."

He really didn't feel the taste in his heart, he felt that his Xiao Ran was not the most special to him, and he could think that spending money on others was because of sympathy, forget it, her kindness, he should protect her.

Song Ran closed her ears and whispered, "Looking at that boy is like looking at his son. You don't need to mind at all."