To You, My Beloved

Gu Qingcheng's compliant and well-behaved made Tang Shi subconsciously close his arms tightly, and hugged her into his arms.

Gu Qingcheng's sobbing gradually became smaller. After crying for so long, Gu Qingcheng was lazy and exhausted. She didn't want to move any more. Her brain was also groggy, so she leaned on Tang Shi's shoulder. , Slowly closed his eyes.

Tang Shi’s hand patted her back again and again, without a sense of rhythm, but it made Gu Qingcheng relax little by little. After a while, her breathing became uniform and long, just like that. He fell asleep quietly and assuredly in Tang Shi's arms.

Tang Shi patted Gu Qingcheng's hand on the back and gradually stopped. He buried his head in her neck, smelling the faint fragrance from her, and slowly closed his eyes.

The starlight outside the window became dim little by little, and even the sound of insects gradually disappeared.

The whole world fell into silence.

Tang Shi has always maintained the attitude of embracing Gu Qingcheng deeply.

When Tang Shi pulled Gu Qingcheng into the water, he didn't dry the bodies of the two people at all, so he went to bed. The bed was already wet. Gradually, Tang Shi felt a chill.

Tang Shi moved her body slightly, and hugged Gu Qingcheng to the sofa aside. Gu Qingcheng's body had already dried out naturally, and his hair was long and still wet. Tang Shi was afraid of turning on the hair dryer and woke her up. , He took a towel and dried her hair little by little.

Tang Shi picked up Gu Qingcheng, walked to the other bedroom, put Gu Qingcheng on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her carefully.

Tonight’s Huan-Love was half done, because her crying stopped abruptly, Tang Shi always felt that there was a breath of breath that could not be vented. At this time, he looked at her quietly sleeping, but felt that the breath was even worse. Rampant and domineering.

Tang Shi's eyes staring at Gu Qingcheng gradually became deeper, and his breathing slowly became a little heavy.

He felt that he seemed to be unable to control himself.

But he suppressed himself very hard.

His hand slowly stroked Gu Qingcheng’s cheeks. He felt as if he was about to lose control of himself. He licked the slightly dry lips, then lowered his head gently and pressed the lips against him. When he turned his head, she cried, her eyes swollen like walnuts, and then slowly fell on her eyebrows, and in the bottom of her heart, she said softly: Good night, my love.

Who said that good night is an indirect confession.

He had said this to her in countless nights, but she had never heard it once.

good night.

I love you, love you.

My leaning.