He Is Warmer Than Time

At night, Song Ran fell asleep, and Gu Jingxing slept beside her properly. Now, just like the first time she saw him, she relied on him so much that he would have infinite desire for protection.

I will guard the rest of our lives!

Song Ran entered a dream, and the scenes of the summer of the third year in the dream gradually became clear.

Not long after she came out of Wen Huihui's house, she ran into the gangster. The gangster was surprised and dragged her directly into a small alley.

There was no one around, Song Ran’s scream cut through the sky, but the gangster became more excited and went straight to her skirt...

With a bang, the gangster was punched in the face, and Song Ran fell to the ground, shaking all over.

It was a tall figure, with his back facing her, hitting the gangster with punch after punch.

The light was dim, and Song Ran felt that her back made her feel safe.

The gangster fled. The tall figure turned around and walked to her. She was flustered and did not dare to raise her eyes. His slender fingers stretched out in front of her eyes: "Okay, it's okay, get up."

Song Ran was pulled up by him, his legs were weak, and he fell directly into his arms. His arms were very broad, and when they met by the water, Song Ran felt that this was an embrace that she could rely on.

She shook his clothes and trembled. The man was a little at a loss. After a long while, she patted her on the back lightly, and her voice was very gentle: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, the bad guy ran away..."

Yes, it was Gu Jingxing's voice. Why didn't she recognize it?

When we first met, when we were sitting in the Red House Western Restaurant, the man was sitting across from her. Why didn't she recognize him?

Are you patronizing and laughing at others? Did you patronize and watch others make a fool of yourself?

Song Ran, you are so bad, so bad.

As if by instinct, she moved her body and pressed two more points to his chest, stretched out her hand to wrap around his waist, Gu Jingxing had no other thoughts, but hugged her distressedly.

Not knowing whether he was awake or talking in sleep, Song Ran whispered his name: "Jingxing, Jingxing..."

"Ok?"

In the quiet night, the voice seemed heavy, but gentle.

The person in his arms no longer made a sound, rubbing his fingers on his waist, Gu Jingxing's kiss fell on the top of her head: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, have a good dream."

But it feels like her chest is wet again, is this girl starting to cry again?

Is it moved?

Why do you feel that she is more sad than touched? His Xiao Ran, he always couldn't touch her.

He fell asleep in such a drowsy manner. It was dawn, and when the person in his arms moved, he woke up with a hoarse voice: "Xiao Ran, you will sleep for a while, and I will make breakfast for you."

Song Ran struggled to sit up with sleepy eyes: "I won't sleep anymore, I'll make breakfast for you."

My brother soldier, let me take good care of you.

Gu Jingxing got up and adjusted the quilt: "I'm going to steam buns. It's very laborious. You can't do it."

Song Ran followed him out of the room: "What can't be done."

"You have to knead the noodles, you really can't do it...Let's do it, you help me add water, okay?"

Song Ran nodded: "Okay, I add water and you knead the dough."

At the square table, Gu Jingxing was standing, Song Ran was sitting, and there was a large enamel basin on the table with flour in it.

Song Ran took a water scoop with warm water in her hand and sat there nervously. She had never made pasta, and she didn't know how to measure it. She completely obeyed Gu Jingxing's instructions.