Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

The wounds on his body healed up little by little, and scabs healed, but Lin Jiyue slowly fell in love with the breath of Zhuang Licheng's bed, the faint scent of green grass mixed with the smell of male cologne, nestled in his quilt She always had the illusion of being held in his arms.

But since she was injured, Zhuang Licheng has never touched her again. Even if they share the same bed and cover the same quilt, Zhuang Licheng always abides by the etiquette and never refuses.

It's just that occasionally a small hug or a light kiss on the forehead can always make Lin Jiyue's heart beat faster. In such details, she tasted something close to being pampered.

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Lin Jiyue didn't cover her head with the quilt as usual, she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom door to wait. As soon as the door opened, she rushed forward and hugged Zhuang Licheng's waist.

"Success, my injuries have healed!" Her voice was softer than usual, a little coquettish.

"Yeah." Zhuang Licheng turned his head slightly, his freshly washed hair was still wet, and the cool water droplets would drip from the ends of his hair without any movement, and one of them just happened to land on Lin Jiyue's face, He stretched out his hand to wipe it off for her, brushing the tear mole with his fingertips.

"So I'm going back to school tomorrow!" Lin Jiyue explained her purpose.

Zhuang Licheng was a little dumbfounded, he didn't seem to remember saying that he would not let her go to class.

He picked up the little koala who was hugging himself like a tree trunk, carefully avoiding the wounds on her body, and put her back on the bed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Jiyue jumped up again, snatched the towel from his hand and knelt down behind him, volunteering to wipe his hair, but Zhuang Licheng didn't refuse.

Her hands are soft but very strong, maybe she really wants to achieve her goal, the strength of her hands is getting heavier, her hair has been dried and she is still rubbing it with unremitting efforts.

For his own sake, Zhuang Licheng held down her hand and brought her into his arms with a slight effort.

Lin Jiyue didn't expect him to make such a move, she rushed forward, her soft lips hurriedly brushed his face, both of them were slightly taken aback.

Zhuang Licheng hugged her slender waist, and wrapped her cold little hands with his warm hands, and the indescribable warmth diffused slightly, or another eternity.

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you go back to class." There was a smile in his voice that he couldn't even detect.

Lin Jiyue leaned against his arms and was stunned for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the firm chest muscles under his nightgown. The next moment her face became hot, she quickly looked away, and struggled to jump up.

"Then I'll go back to rest." After saying that, he ran away without daring to look back.

Zhuang Licheng squinted his eyes and looked at the back of her running away with a look similar to that of a cat catching a mouse. The long-lost relaxation spread unconsciously in his heart...

After a while, Lin Jiyue opened the door and came in again, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

"Your phone number!" She spoke softly behind Zhuang Licheng, interrupting his trance.

"Who is it?" Zhuang Licheng turned to look at her, his dark eyes shining under the light.

"It seems to be your friend."

"Oh." Zhuang Licheng got up and went outside to answer the phone.

After a while, he came back after answering the phone, hugged Lin Jiyue's shoulders from behind, and smiled at her: "Do you want to hang out with me?"