She looked around excitedly. With its simple and elegant design and overall cool-toned layout, could this be his bedroom?
When Qiu Mo thought of this, she felt funny. After more than a year of marriage, she came to his bedroom for the first time. Although she felt a little sad, she was still more happy. She put his pillow against her face and closed her eyes.
Feel his scent with your eyes.
Time seemed to go back three years ago. He rescued her and took her with him. She slept in his bed playfully. When she woke up in the morning, she saw him sleeping on the sofa. His slender body was too narrow because of the sofa.
Seemingly uncomfortable, she tiptoed over and covered him with a blanket, but he suddenly opened his eyes and startled her. She was so frightened that she squatted in front of him and cried. He put his arm around her shoulders,
He gently pressed her head on his broad chest and said to her: "Momo, don't be afraid, you have me."
Qiu Mo thought that she would never forget the warm and safe feeling in her chest.
Thinking like this, she suddenly wanted to be greedy and prepared to sleep on his bed for a while longer.
She took out a transparent packaging bag from the pocket of her pajamas, tore open the jagged opening, and took out a date to eat. This is a kind of jujube with excellent blood-enhancing effect. It is rarely produced in places and the price is ridiculously expensive.
Every time for birthdays or other holidays, she would ask Leng Xiao for some and keep them with her at all times.
She slept until very late. When Leng Xiao came in, her eyes fell on the face of the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed through the thin light on the bedside. She was too small, and she was just a small ball under the quilt.
Half of her face was hidden under a head of long black hair, and her face was almost invisible, but her natural and casual sleeping posture exuded a kind of tenderness and tranquility.
He suddenly felt that this scene was very warm, which made the cold room suddenly feel peaceful. His frowning eyebrows relaxed slightly, and the corners of his thin mouth pursed slightly.
When she came to the bed, her eyes fell on the empty food bag on the bedside table. She moved her slender fingers over and held the bag in her hand. She glanced at the writing on it and couldn't help but show a puzzled expression. Why did she like it so much?
I love eating this jujube so much that I carry it with me every day.
As soon as he put the bag back to its place, the person on the bed suddenly moved. He looked over inquiringly, thinking that she was awake, but he saw her holding her head in her hands, making a gesture of self-protection, and a low moan came from her.
Her mouth overflowed.
"No, don't hit me."
Leng Xiao frowned, did this woman have a nightmare?
She seemed to be so scared that her whole body was trembling. She held the snow-white quilt tightly in her hands. The joints on her slender fingers were white, and blue blood vessels were exposed under her white skin.
"No, no..." she whispered with a trembling voice, her hair sticking to her bloodless face with cold sweat.
"Qiu Mo." Leng Xiao called her.
She huddled deeper into the quilt, curling up like a turtle shell.
Leng Xiao called her again, but she still didn't respond. He lost his patience and was about to turn around and go out, but he heard her shouting from behind: "Help me."