Jingchuan seemed not to notice, still lying quietly.
Holding her breath, Ye Xiyue came closer to him, reached out her hand mischievously, and gently swiped his eyelashes.
The fingertips are slightly itchy.
She couldn't help but mutter silently in her heart.
A man is actually born with such a peerless appearance, even his eyelashes are so long...
At this moment, a broad and strong palm caught her hand.
Ye Xiyue was startled, and then she saw the pair of phoenix eyes in front of her eyes and opened them gently.
It seemed that because he had just woken up, his originally clear eyes were filled with a very light mist.
This made his eyes look as deep and elusive as the sea.
"Xi'er."
His voice was a little hoarse, low and lazy, very different from usual.
When Ye Xiyue was looked at by him like this, for a moment, she felt as if there were whirlpools in his eyes, trying to swallow her up.
She straightened up almost subconsciously and started to step back.
"Jingchuan, are you awake?"
However, Jingchuan did not let go of her hand.
She struggled to break away, but instead of being able to get away, she fell towards Jingchuan due to inertia.
Jingchuan moved his other hand, intending to help her, but suddenly stopped.
After only this moment of hesitation, Ye Xiyue couldn't keep her balance and fell into Jingchuan's arms.
Jingchuan groaned.
But fortunately, he still held one of her hands and didn't knock her hard.
"hiss--"
Ye Xiyue rubbed the tip of her sore nose.
This time it wasn't particularly painful, but it came too suddenly.
"Xi'er?"
Jingchuan's voice came from above. For some reason, the voice sounded a little different from usual.
"You get up first."
Only then did Ye Xiyue suddenly come to her senses - she had lost control just now and fell directly on Jingchuan!
The chest under the palm was still beating vigorously, and through the thin clothes, one could even clearly feel the warmth of his body.
Ye Xiyue's face suddenly felt hot and she stood up hurriedly.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I was really careless just now..."
Jingchuan calmly let go of her hand, sat up, shook his head, and leaned towards her again.
The distance between the two people suddenly became extremely close again.
Ye Xiyue was about to step back subconsciously, but Jingchuan had already stretched out his hand, rubbed her forehead, and asked gently and worriedly:
"Does it hurt?"
Ye Xiyue paused and shook her head slightly.
"It doesn't hurt."
The blow just now was indeed not serious. She just bumped her nose, but it was not very important.
However, Jingchuan still seemed a little worried and moved more gently.
Some people say that friction generates heat.
As a result, Ye Xiyue felt that the place where his palm fell was extremely hot.
She suddenly grabbed his hand, pulled it away, and said:
"I, I'm fine."
Jingchuan then nodded.
"That's good. Xi'er goes to sleep for a while and I'll call you later."
Ye Xiyue nodded hurriedly and lay aside.
Jingchuan sat aside and watched.
Ye Xiyue turned her back to him.
From Jingchuan's perspective, he could only see the girl's satin-like black hair hanging down, as if it had been soaked in moonlight and was as shiny as the moonlight.
The corners of his crimson lips suddenly raised a very faint arc.
Ye Xiyue didn't sleep, she just opened her eyes and gently put the back of her hand on her face, which felt hot.