You are like the warm sun

Chapter 67 Don't move, it's itchy
Thinking that she had placed her true heart in front of him from the very beginning, Shao Zhouci felt his heart burned and he didn't know how to respond to her.

"On the day of my father's funeral, I had a dream."

He followed her words and asked in a low voice: "What dream?"

Tang Wan recalled carefully, "I dreamed that my uncle adopted me, and I lived with my aunt, grandparents, and others. In my senior year of high school, I transferred to a school closer to my uncle's home. In the dream, I was timid and introverted, quiet, had poor academic performance, and was not at all likable..."

In her new school, she was a nobody. Although she tried to study hard, she couldn't concentrate. Sometimes she felt completely lost and even had uncontrollable suicidal thoughts.

Later, her uncle noticed something was wrong with her and took her to see a psychiatrist. It was then that she was diagnosed with depression...

Tang Wan told him about her past life in the form of a dream.

Shao Zhouci listened very carefully.

After he finished speaking, she heard him ask in a gentle voice, "What was the ending of you in the dream?"

Tang Wan was startled for a moment, then smiled broadly, "It was just a nightmare, there was no ending. I was frightened awake afterwards."

"……Oh."

Shao Zhouci didn't know why he asked this question.

So stupid.

He felt like he had become obsessed with listening to stories.

Perhaps her description was so realistic that he had the illusion that it was her personal experience.

Tang Wan rubbed her face, breathed a sigh of relief, and forced a faint smile on her face. Her tone was much more relaxed, "Okay, I've finished talking about my business. What about you, Ah Ci? Your family..."

His fingers tightened slightly.

Tang Wan stopped the topic in time.

She was too proud of herself and didn't pay attention for a moment, touching his taboo.

After thinking for a moment, she placed her slender arm on his shoulders and sat face to face with him. Her soft voice was like a spring breeze, enveloping and accepting his dark emotions. "It's okay if you don't want to say it. Don't force yourself."

She would wait until the day he was willing to open his heart to her.

Shao Zhouci was a little overwhelmed by her understanding. He moved his lips slightly, but ultimately did not speak. His throat trembled slightly, and he hummed softly.

Both of them fell silent and stared at each other quietly.

You could hear a pin drop in the living room. Looking at his handsome features, Tang Wan couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his beautiful brow bone, slowly sliding down along the contour, and gently pressing down on the corner of his eye with her index finger.

His long eyelashes, like small fans, fluttered.

Shao Zhouci grabbed her rebellious hand and said in a muffled tone, "Don't move, it's itchy."

Tang Wan scratched his palm, "How about this?"

"itch."

She smiled softly, suddenly interested, spread out his palm, and gently stroked his palm with her slender index finger.

The girl's gentle movements brought a tingling sensation, and Shao Zhouci couldn't help but bend his fingertips slightly, wanting to pull his hand back, but he found that she was writing on his palm. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, staring at the strokes under her fingertips.

However, I didn't understand.

"What did you write?"

Tang Wan blinked and said, "I'll tell you when you become my boyfriend."

Shao Zhouci: "..."

It's all routines.

……

Soon, No. 12 Middle School held a parent-teacher meeting.

At eight o'clock that morning, Tang Wan was awakened by the buzzing of her cell phone. She dazedly grabbed the phone from the coffee table and rolled up the blanket that had slipped off her body.

The caller ID read "Uncle."

Tang Wan suddenly became much more sober.

She scratched her messy long hair and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Uncle."

When she just woke up, her voice was soft and a little nasal.

(End of this chapter)