After thinking about this, Gu Mingzhu rolled off the man's lap again, cleared some distance, threw the phone behind the bedside table, turned her back to the man and wrapped herself in a quilt to get ready to sleep.
I hope that when she wakes up tomorrow morning, she will still remember what happened today and who the man next to her is.
It should be possible
Soon, a heavy sleepiness came over her. Gu Mingzhu's eyelids became heavy and her breathing gradually became evener.
But Yan Jingcheng on the side, listening to the woman's breathing, didn't read a word.
He turned his head and glanced at the woman beside him, his eyes dark and deep.
But unfortunately, Gu Mingzhu, who was swept away by the trapped thoughts, completely ignored her, so much so that the man almost punched a hole in the back of her head, but she still didn't react at all.
Seeing this, Yan Jingcheng put down the book and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, trying to make some noise to wake the woman up.
But unexpectedly, Gu Mingzhu slept more and more soundly, completely unaware of the man's thoughts.
Yan Jingcheng walked back and forth by the bed twice, pouring water for a while and turning off the lights for a while.
But unexpectedly, every time he turned back, he would stand beside the bed, and the woman on the bed was still sleeping soundly.
Yan Jingcheng's heart felt clogged.
Does this woman have a heart?
I can¡¯t see that he is angry!
Not only did she not coax him, she didn¡¯t even say a word to him!
Doesn¡¯t she have anything to explain? ?
Looking at the sleeping woman, Yan Jingcheng's face became darker and darker, but after struggling for a long time, seeing that she was still motionless, he couldn't help but get angry with himself.
What does he care about with her?
She, a heartless woman, has always been like this.
It seems childish.
In the dim light, Gu Mingzhu was sleeping drowsily when she was suddenly hugged tightly from behind. Then, a delicate kiss fell on her neck, tickling her.
"Well" Gu Mingzhu woke up with her eyebrows twisted.
"Zhuzhu." Yan Jingcheng called her name in a low voice, with emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.
He rarely mentioned how he came to be over the past few years.
Insomnia, dreaminess, world-weariness, and irritability.
He is like an old man who is dying, hiding his memories with her, and suffering from regret and torture day after day.
He doesn¡¯t allow others to touch her things, but he also doesn¡¯t allow others to discuss her news.
That short name seems to have become a taboo.
It cannot be mentioned easily, but it is never forgotten for a moment.
She seemed to have become his inner demon, haunting him in every midnight dream without stopping.
Suddenly, his taste became the same as hers. He drank the milk tea she liked, even though he was always physically nauseous. He began to use her habitual shampoo and shower gel, as if that way he could be imbued with the same scent as hers.
He would see a figure similar to hers at a random street corner and chase her far away. He would go alone to every place they had been and reminisce about it.
He seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, which was incurable and incurable.
Before that, he knew that he loved her, knew that he was thinking about and looking forward to spending this long but short life with her.
But it wasn¡¯t until her life and death were unknown and she disappeared from his sight that he realized that the love was deeper than he thought.
It can¡¯t be described in words, but it can make people¡¯s bones stand apart and tortured.
"Hmm~" Gu Mingzhu groaned in discomfort, but she was already awake.
She sighed, knowing that this matter would not be easy to pass.
After a lot of hard work, Gu Mingzhu felt exhausted and wanted to cry without tears.
Yan Jingcheng hugged her tightly from behind and whispered: "You don't mean to explain to me tonight." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com