At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ye Fan returned to the riverside villa with Gongsun Qian wrapped in an air-conditioned blanket.
He carefully placed the woman on the big bed in the bedroom, and softly called a few times: "Sister Qian, Sister Qian."
But Gongsun Qian, who had slept all the way, still didn't respond, muttering like a drunken cat.
Ye Fan pinched her nose gently again, hoping that she could regain some consciousness and put on clothes.
But Gongsun Qian still didn't open her eyes.
She curled up on the snow-white bed, her pretty face as red as an apple.
A look of helplessness flashed across Ye Fan's face, and he brought another quilt to cover her.
He also poured her a glass of warm water.
He had confirmed that Gongsun Qian was fine, so he gave up the idea of ​​acupuncture to wake her up.
Prepare her for a good sleep.
When the water glass reached her lips, Gongsun Qian stretched out her hand to block:
"No more, no more, I want to go home, Master Ye is waiting for me to eat!"
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving..."
She blocked the water glass and struggled hard.
With this movement, the quilt suddenly slipped off, leaving Mark's eyes completely white.
Ye Fan hurriedly put down the water glass, picked up the quilt and wrapped it up: "Sister Qian, there's no need to leave, we're already home."
"This is water, not wine."
"I'm not Han Fala either, I'm Ye Fan."
Ye Fan stabilized the woman's body, picked up the water glass and filled her with more than half of the glass.
After drinking the warm water, Gongsun Qian's head became clearer and she became a little more conscious.
It's just that everything I look at is blurry, and my thinking is half a beat too slow.
She looked at Ye Fan beside her and said casually: "Why do I seem to know you? Have I seen you somewhere?"
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister Qian, I am Ye Fan."
"Ah, Mr. Ye?"
Gongsun Qian shook her head and looked at the people around her with drunken eyes.
At this time, Gongsun Qian's thinking was still very slow and confused.
She didn't even think about why Ye Fan appeared here by such a coincidence.
Looking at Ye Fan's familiar and peaceful face, Gongsun Qian blushed and asked in a daze:
"Master Ye, why did you appear in my dream? How did you get in?"
"Could it be that I think about it every day and dream about it at night?"
"No, no, I can't think too much about you. It's not good for you or Mr. Song."
"No, this is a dream, not reality. Think about it, touch it..."
Gongsun Qian murmured to herself, a little foolishly: "Even a kiss is just an illusion."
"Sister Qian, stop talking. You are not dreaming, you are just drunk."
Ye Fan felt helpless when he heard this: "Lie down and rest."
"Master Ye, I actually like you. I started to have a crush on you when you healed my legs."
Gongsun Qian ignored Ye Fan's advice, but instead pulled her to express her feelings:
"Especially when I see you and grandpa practicing medicine together in Jinzhilin and getting unanimous praise from the neighbors..."
"I just thought, it would be great if we were a family."
"During the day, you and grandpa treat people at the hospital, and I'll help you at the hospital."
"After closing the door at night, you and grandpa will check the medicines, and I will cook for you in the backyard."
"I will cook you three dishes and one soup every day, warm a pot of osmanthus wine, and then the whole family will have a happy meal."
"Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, you don't need to be rich or noble, being ordinary is enough."
"I can also plant a loquat tree in Jin Zhilin's backyard."
"This way, when I leave one day, you won't be too lonely, and you can still say to others your love..."
"There is a loquat tree in the garden. My wife planted it when she was young. Now it is as tall as a canopy."
"For me, no matter how big a CEO is, I can't be as satisfied as being your little woman."
"For me, no matter how big the country is, it is not as important as Jin Zhilin where you and I are."
"It's a pity that meeting the right person at the wrong time is doomed to be a kind of helplessness."
"You already have Mr. Song. Mr. Song is so good to me and you are so good to me. I can't destroy you."
"This is also the reason why I ran to Longdu and Xia Kingdom without saying a word."
"I want to stay far away from you, so that I won't think about you or have any inappropriate thoughts."
“This is called out of sight but out of mind!”
Gongsun Qian joked and laughed, but there was a trace of tears in his eyes as he smiled.
Ye Fan's body trembled slightly, he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.
He never thought that Gongsun Qian had a different feeling for him. He always thought that it was the relationship between brother and sister and friend.
Looking at the crying woman, Ye Fan's eyes softened and he reached out to touch her pretty face:
"Sister Qian, I'm sorry."
He could take care of Gongsun Qian and give her a kingdom, but he couldn't give her an emotional home.
Just like Kim Ji-won, she can only wait for the afterlife, no, the afterlife of the afterlife.
Gongsun Qian reached out and blocked Ye Fan's lips:
"Don't say you're sorry, even in your dreams. This will make me feel hopeful."
"This will make the thoughts that I had so hard to kill sprout again."
"You can be unbridled if you like it, but you can only restrain yourself in love."
After saying that, Gongsun Qian was so drunk that she couldn't help but sway twice and plopped towards the bed.
"Sister Qian, be careful!"
Ye Fan's strong hands had already grasped Gongsun Qian's shoulders.
Then slowly put her down on the bed.
Smelling the familiar scent coming from Ye Fan, Gongsun Qian hugged him without hesitation.
At the same time, he bit his neck very passionately.
"If I can't love in reality, why don't I be allowed to be more presumptuous in my dreams?"
Gongsun Qian couldn't remember what happened next.
But in a daze, I seemed to be in pain, crying, screaming...
Then, she had a dream, a dream like a fairy tale.
She dreamed that Ye Fan appeared next to her and kept holding her and caressing her.
And she also hugged Ye Fan and poured out her heart, and finally pushed Ye Fan to the ground and kissed him wildly.
In her dream, Gongsun Qian still felt like she was in another world.
She felt as if something had changed in herself, but she couldn't tell what was different.
She also heard the sound of the crashing waves coming from a distant place.
Gongsun Qian couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and she didn't want to tell. She just hoped it would be like this...
To be continued...