Someone called her name very gently, and she was sure it was not an auditory hallucination.
Forgetting the ancient warning that curiosity killed the cat, You'er walked to Nangong Yi's side again.
"Nangong Yi, are you calling me?"
You'er looked at the unconscious man in front of him, pointed at himself and asked.
No one answered her.
"Hey! Iceberg——"
Seeing someone's pitiful appearance, your son felt soft again, took off his dirty clothes and covered him with a thin quilt.
But she didn't expect that the person who was sleeping on the sofa and whom she had regarded as dead suddenly broke out, pulled her into his arms, and then fell asleep again.
"Bingshan, you did it on purpose! You idiot, let me go quickly——"
The right son was fixed in his arms, with his face pressed against his chest. The strong smell of alcohol that made people want to vomit entered his nostrils. He wanted to move, but couldn't. He shouted depressedly.
Damn it, she can guarantee that he did it on purpose.
There was no sound, and what answered her was deathly silence.
She found a low voice in front of her, like sobbing. Could it be Bingshan crying? How could it be possible? How could he cry? It must be an auditory hallucination.
"It's so warm, can you stay with me for a while?"
A low voice sounded, hoarse and heartbreaking.
"Bingshan, you're okay!"
You'er's heart tightened inexplicably and she didn't move anymore. He still had a heartbeat, so he must be fine! His body was so cold that she felt like she was going to freeze.
The room was very quiet, and she could clearly hear his heartbeat. She felt inexplicably relieved, and fell asleep on her stomach in a hazy state.
The next morning, when the light came in through the window, Nangong opened his sleepy eyes and found that he was sleeping on the sofa, and sleeping inside the sofa was his right son.
The right son was sleeping soundly and peacefully, with a faint smile floating on the corner of his mouth. His long black hair was close to his fair cheeks, his cheeks were as pink as peaches, and his rosy lips were very moist, as if they were painted on
Same as lip balm.
Nangong Yi looked at the sweetly sleeping girl in front of him, with the corners of his lips raised slightly. Her sleeping posture really looked like a pig, a pink and tender piglet.
Thinking about what happened last night, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything. He only remembered that she stayed away all night after being driven away that day, and he waited for her all night.