To The Lovely You

   When she came out of the bathroom, Luo Yichen, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have fallen asleep.

   His quiet sleeping face was half-bright under the dim orange light, but it was still as handsome as it was carved. Long eyelashes covered his eyes, casting a shadow under them.

   As if afraid of disturbing him, Su Rourou gently got on the bed, then carefully pulled the quilt away and drilled her tiny body into it.

   Then, she tilted her body and stared at Luo Yichen's handsome profile for a moment, in addition to being moved, she was moved...

   In fact, in recent nights, she has watched him fall asleep like this. She was really scared after losing him once... It's nice to be able to get him again.

  So, she has to look at him like this all the time, to make up for the despair that those dark days brought her.

   At this moment, Luo Yichen's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled gently, and then slowly opened his eyes: "Idiot, why are you still not sleeping?"

   He turned his head slowly, looked at her eye to eye, and stared deeply at each other.

   "I can't sleep a bit." Su Rourou told the truth in her heart, "I just want to look at you and feel that you are by my side."

  Only in this way can she feel incomparably appropriate, and her heart is warm and uplifted. In the days when he couldn't wake up, her heart was hanging, like a lonely sail that couldn't find a lighthouse on the vast sea.

Luo Yichen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the strands of her hair that fell on her face, her voice so soft that it dripped with water: "Idiot, I'm sorry... I've made you feel scared. I said, I'll be with you for the rest of my life. , made you happy, but made you shed so many tears for me."

   "No, it's not..." Su Rou Rou's eyes were a little red, and her nose was sour, "It's not that you're sorry for me, it's me that I'm sorry for you... You are all to save me, that's why..."

   As she spoke, her tears couldn't help flowing again, and her small body trembled gently, like a wounded little beast.

"Okay, between the two of us... there's no need to say sorry." Luo Yichen sighed softly, stretched out his hand to embrace her, and patted her on the back: "Don't I'm crying, I don't know what to do when you cry."

   After he finished speaking, he rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes and breathed in the faint sweet fragrance from her body a little greedily. It feels so good to hold her like this...

   In fact, he also wanted to feel her body temperature well and her sweetness well - but he "felt" in another way.

  Su Rourou also tightly stretched her arms around his tight waist, and wiped her tears on the neckline of his pajamas without hesitation.

   Seeing her act like this, Luo Yichen couldn't help but chuckle: "If you're really so moved, it's not as good as you... Promise yourself!"

  Su Rourou's whole body stiffened for a moment, then immediately changed her face, pouting and beating his chest: "You haven't fully recovered yet, and you're still thinking about these messy things!"

  Luo Yichen hooked the corner of his mouth and held down the small hand she was killing, with an ambiguous tone: "My physical strength is enough for you..."

   As he spoke, his eyes became deep, and the colors flashed inside, making Su Rourou's heart skip half a beat.

  Su Rourou was shy and anxious: "You...you are not afraid of the wound on your body opening..."