He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran wiped his mouth and looked at him: "Am I drooling?"

Damn, she slept too dead, right? It seems that I am still too tired during the day.

Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of her mouth: "But you drool a lot, what are you dreaming about?"

Song Ran smiled: "I dreamed of you."

Du Dapeng hurriedly jumped out of the car and struck an invisible crit. The two men abused people. They were really unrelenting.

Gu Jingxing opened the car door, helped her get out of the car, and then reached out to hug her, Song Ran pushed him: "What are you doing?"

Gu Jingxing picked her up and let her sit on his waist, with a low voice in her ears: "Your leg hurts, I will hold you back."

Song Ran mumbled: "There will be someone."

"No one, they will go home at night, and they don't come out much."

Song Ran leaned his head on his shoulder: "The leg injury is much better, and it doesn't affect walking."

He climbed up the steps and whispered softly: "Well, then I want to hug you too."

He held her, their heartbeat rate was the same, and their breathing rhythm was the same, as if two people were fused together, relying on each other to find the most comfortable way to get along.

Opening the door, the room was pitch black. Gu Jingxing stretched out the rope to light the lamp, and when he pulled it, the light flashed, and then it was still pitch black.

He hugged her with one hand, and pulled the rope several times with the other, turning on...off...on...off...

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Gu Jingxing whispered: "The bulb has exploded and the tungsten wire has burned out."

"What can I do then?"

"I'll light a kerosene lamp, and I will buy a light bulb tomorrow and replace it."

"okay."

Gu Jingxing hugged her, put her on the sofa in the hall, then turned to light the kerosene lamp, put on the lampshade, held it up to her, reached out and rubbed her head: "Are you hungry?"

Song Ran nodded: "I'm hungry. After visiting Yao Xifeng, I am going to find a place to have dinner with Sister Baoer. After dinner, I will return to Haicheng...Oh, I forgot to tell Sister Baoer. It's terrible."

"Sister Bo'er?"

Song Ran looked at him slyly: "Did you forget? The actress who borrowed a kiss from me last time."

Which pot does not open and pick which pot, Gu Jingxing said as if eating a fly, "Oh, remember, I'll go to the kitchen to cook noodles for you, can you eat noodles with vegetables and eggs?"

"Well, yes, yes, I want an omelette, one-sided, and it's a little bit crispy on one side."

Gu Jingxing rubbed her hair: "I see, guest officer."

Gu Jingxing was cooking noodles in the kitchen. Song Ran sat on the sofa and was restless, worried that Feng Baoer would not wait for her all the time. Hey, when she ran into Bing Bing, she was messed up. Gu Jingxing should be asked to take her to the hotel. I told Feng Baoer at the door.

Song Ran ran into the kitchen. The kerosene lamp was swaying with the wind. Song Ran ran over and hugged his waist: "I blame you, I blame you."

"Huh?" Someone who was cooking the noodles was confused.

Song Ran’s face rubbed against his back: "It’s all to blame for you, it made me confused, and it made me feel good about other people’s appointments. Sister Baoer can usually take care of me. I just leave them hanging out without saying hello. It’s over there, I feel so sorry."

Gu Jingxing turned to look at her: "What should I do? I will pay her tomorrow, right?"

Song Ran gave a light tusk: "Tomorrow, I will go to her art troupe to see if she has come back. I apologize to her and hope she doesn't take it to heart."

"I'll be with you, it's okay tomorrow."