Insomnia

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Tao Ling breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly through the crowd towards him.

Seeing Tao Ling coming, Wen Qingying took a few steps forward to greet him. Tao Ling pulled him back and still stood on the roadside.

Wen Qingying smiled sheepishly and typed: "Sorry, sir."

Tao Ling shook his head and smiled. He put away his phone and looked at the people coming and going around him. Although he knew that Wen Qingying was not a child and could not really lose it, the feeling of fear still came up.

After a moment, Tao Ling suddenly raised his hand and took Wen Qingying's hand.

Wen Qingying was startled, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at him blankly.

This expression was so innocent that Tao Ling couldn't help but spit on himself. Just as he was about to let go, Wen Qingying used a force to squeeze his hand into her palm.

The stunned person was Tao Ling. He opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered that it was useless to speak, so he closed it again.

Wen Qingying seemed to know what he wanted to say, and her free hand pointed to the road ahead.

Tao Ling was led away for a while with his head covered, and then he remembered that this situation was too weird. Two grown men were holding hands openly in the crowd. It was wrong no matter what he thought.

He paid attention, and sure enough, someone looked over from time to time. He tried hard to take his hand out, but Wen Qingying seemed to be unaware and wouldn't let go.

In the middle of winter, the wind by the lake was biting, and the skin that was not wrapped together was so cold that it hurt. Tao Ling was about to struggle again, when Wen Qingying suddenly used a gentle force, took his hand, and put it into her pocket. inside.

The pockets of the down jacket are wide and fit just right for both hands.

Tao Ling felt that he had been too coy just now, so he stopped struggling and allowed Wen Qingying to hold his hand completely. But what he didn't expect was that hands and hands would eventually become intertwined.

What does clasping fingers mean?

Tao Ling turned to look at Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying's profile was calm, with only the corners of her mouth slightly pursed, allowing Tao Ling to sense some subtle emotions.

What does it mean?

Even after circling the entire Kunming Lake, Tao Ling still couldn't react.

When they reached a place with sparse crowds, Tao Ling's hand was still held by Wen Qingying. He was a little helpless and wanted to push up his glasses. He stretched out his hands in vain, and then he remembered that for convenience, he was wearing invisible glasses today.

Tao Ling: "..."

Unknowingly, I came to an opening. The road in front of me was paved with grass, and it was only for one person to pass, so I had to separate my hands.

Tao Ling stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat and walked in front of Wen Qingying, feeling that his fingers were numb.

I held it too tightly just now, but now it's empty.

On the way back, the two of them didn't communicate again, they only asked each other about their opinions during the meal, and in the end it was still Tao Lingna's idea.

It feels like I haven't gone anywhere, but it's already nine o'clock in the evening when I got back to the hotel.

After entering the room, Tao Ling took off his clothes and hung them up, and stood behind to see Wen Qingying's strong shoulders.

He wanted to ask about the meaning of holding hands, but he was worried that he was thinking too much, and his heart suddenly became hot and cold, so he stood where he was and didn't move.

Wen Qingying took a few steps in and looked back at him.

Looking at each other, Wen Qingying showed a questioning expression, Tao Ling frowned slightly, and suddenly took a few steps towards him.

Face to face, separated by a step, he uttered "a little cold", then leaned over and hugged Wen Qingying's waist.

Wen Qingying was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment. The next moment, before Tao Ling regretted it, he stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.

The urge to cry came so violently, Tao Ling buried his face under Wen Qingying's neck, and tried his best not to let the tears flow out.

Sensing the fluctuations in Tao Ling's mood, in order to appease him and perhaps herself, Wen Qingying lowered her head and carefully kissed the top of his head.

Seeing that Tao Ling didn't show any refusal, he slowly moved a little away, lowered his head even more, and kissed Tao Ling's forehead this time.

Lips fell on the skin, soft and moist. Tao Ling raised his head, and both of them could clearly see each other's burning eyes.

In the next second, Wen Qingying's kiss fell on the center of his eyebrows, then on the bridge of his nose, trembling for a moment, and finally landed on his lips solemnly.

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