Quickly cross the palm of the crazy criticizing gods

Chapter 13
I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time.

Su Yu was buried in the mattress, sleeping soundly, curled up sideways, with his arm in his arms, and his slender and big hand in both hands.

His temperature permeated him.

His breath is full of his faint fragrance like willow leaves blown by the wind.

As soon as I fell asleep, I slept until late at night.

Su Yu woke up gradually, and opened his eyes in a daze. The wooden room was antique, without light, and the center of the wooden tables and chairs was lonely and deserted.

Only her embrace is warm.

Yin Mo squatted beside the bed, his straight right arm was wrapped in the quilt by her.

At this moment, he was leaning against the bed, closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

His gentle breathing came evenly, which made people inexplicably comfortable and at ease.

Su Yu held his hand with both hands, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb subconsciously, staring at his warm face like water at the moment, his brows and eyes relaxed, nose bridge high, and his temperament soothing and gentle.

Very safe.

Only when she was by his side would she feel a sense of belonging, which was strange but also grounded.

At this time.

Yin Mo, who had his eyes closed, frowned slightly, and at the same time, his fingertips in her hand also moved.

It must be numb hands.

Su Yu held his hand tightly, and then gently massaged his fingertips for him.

She lowered her eyes and no longer looked at him, but turned to stare at his hand, unwilling to let go.

Yin Mo woke up and squatted for a whole day, his body was stiff and numb, and even his cervical spine felt a little uncomfortable.

He frowned lightly, and his clear eyes were stained with misty and tired discomfort.

He originally wanted to gently pull away his hand that was held by her, but he noticed that she had woken up and was holding onto his hand as if she was protecting food.

For a moment, he chuckled.

Is she possessive of him too?

With a hoarse and tired voice, his eyes were full of tenderness: "I need to change my posture, I'm tired."

The tip of Su Yu's nose touched the back of his hand, and after a moment of silence with downcast eyes, he let go of his hand.

He pulled his arms away from the quilt, then stood up and let out a deep breath. His slender knuckles moved slightly, and his every move was as beautiful as a work of art.

Su Yu was lying on the bed, his cheeks were crushed, and his eyes were staring at him, never leaving his sight for a moment.

Finally, he relieved his stiff body.

Su Yu immediately moved to the depth of the bed to make room for him.

She lifted the quilt and patted the empty space with her slender fingers: "Come in and lie down for a while?"

"..." She was really not afraid of herself.

Yin Mo lowered his eyes and smiled, holding his wrists and moving, shaking his head and refusing: "I'm hungry, I want to eat."

He was always so succinct.

But he turned himself down?

Su Yu was very dissatisfied, she got up from the bed, then knelt by the bed, grabbed his wrist, and forcibly pulled him to her side: "Eat your meal later, you won't starve to death if you skip a meal. "

He is in bed with her.

Su Yu also "carefully" wrapped the quilt around him and himself.

Then, she hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest.

Soon, drowsiness struck again.

She breathed his scent, and the heavy sense of security made her get lost in the middle of the night.

Her eyelids drooped quickly, and she muttered a word: "Wake up...I'll cook for you."

It can be regarded as compensation for his grievances for a day.

So... who is invading whom?

Yin Mo's heart was about to melt.

She was sleeping soundly in her arms, blending together in her arms.

He hugged her tenderly and fondly, stroked the back of her head with his fingertips, and her hair was entwined around his fingertips.

His Adam's apple slipped, his eyes had long been lost in the love like dust and mist, and it was hard to extricate themselves.

How I wish today could be extended indefinitely.

And greedily hope that she can give him more, more love and embrace in the future.

"Su Yu, I like you." He sank into her warmth, nostalgic for his breath.

I also hope that she can like him as much as he likes her.

(End of this chapter)