This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Shen Yue had no choice but to stay with him.

Knowing that Sang Fan suffers from insomnia, the other party probably hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days, and his eyes are bruised and purple, showing decadence.

Why bother?
Just like to lose your temper so much?

Just when Shen Yue was thinking wildly, she pulled her wrist, and the world spun, and she was dragged onto the bed.

Fortunately, the bed was very soft, Shen Yue didn't feel much pain.

On the other hand, Sang Fan, like an insecure child, kept pushing into her arms, and the scorching hot breath sprayed on the exposed skin, which was so hot that she couldn't ignore it.

His strong and powerful arms locked Shen Yue tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he sniffed at the tip of his nose like a dog, maybe because the familiar fragrance from the tip of his nose gave him a sense of security, so his shoulders Not shaking.

The weight of a tall adult man almost made Shen Yue breathless, but she didn't push it away, and of course she didn't have the strength to push it away, she could only pat the man's broad back lightly.

"Sleep, sleep..."

The soft, spring-like voice seems to calm all restless emotions.

Sang Fan finally didn't move anymore.

As the night deepened, the room was so quiet that one could clearly hear the breathing of the other party. Shen Yue was very sleepy, her eyes were closed, and she was still murmuring to coax Sang Fan in her arms.

Sang Fan didn't sleep soundly, Shen Yue didn't notice it at first, until she woke up in a daze when she felt a moist feeling from her neck.

The room is dead silent. At this point in time, even the moon is asleep, and all creatures are falling into a deep sleep.

Only this person in her arms.

Hearing the intermittent choking sound, Shen Yue was startled sober. She suspected that Sang Fan was the aftereffect of being drunk.

The desk lamp on the bedside table was not turned off, and the warm yellow light could only illuminate a limited area. Shen Yue gently held the man's face in his hands. He seemed to be trapped in some kind of quagmire that was difficult to get out of. There was no trace of blood on the arrogant face at the moment, his throat trembled, and he choked out an indistinguishable syllable, like a choked sob.

Shen Yue had never seen such a fragile Sang Fan.

She didn't know what Sang Fan had experienced, so she was so uncomfortable in her dream that she wanted to cry.

Maybe it was pity, maybe it was the man's voice was too painful, no matter what, Shen Yue couldn't let him suffer so much.

Shen Yue also knew that there was nothing she could do at this moment, so she could only try her best to soften her voice and coax him gently so that he would not feel so uncomfortable in the dream.

The girl with black hair and black eyes stretched out her slender arms like white jade to hug the man. She was so thin and small, hugging a man who was almost twice her size, coaxing the big boy.

The voice was clear and soft, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."

"Dreams are fake."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Maybe it's because the girl's tone is too gentle and compassionate, or maybe it's the faint, charming fragrance she exudes from her bones that makes men feel at ease too much.

On the contrary, men seem to be more uncomfortable.

The tall and burly boy hugged her tightly, and pushed her into his arms with all his strength, and there was a difficult whine from his throat. No one could understand what he was talking about, but they could feel it clearly. See him helpless, panic, anxious.

He desperately wanted to express and retain something, but it seemed that everything was not as he wished.

Shen Yue comforted him softly, the man pressed against her hard and squeezed her, his whole body was so hot that he seemed to be on fire.

Shen Yue reached out and touched the other person's face, and touched the cold liquid, but couldn't tell whether it was tears or cold sweat.

And she let go of one hand hugging the man, as if she was frightened by him, like a wild animal that felt extremely insecure, whimpering dissatisfiedly from her throat, and tightened her waist, the two of them were tightly bonded.

Shen Yue was strangled almost out of breath, but she didn't move, but quietly maintained this position until Sang Fan finally stopped shaking.

At the back, Shen Yue couldn't bear it any longer, her upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together, and she fell asleep in a short while.

-

When Sang Fan woke up, his temples were piercingly painful, his mind was in chaos, and he held a soft and gentle body in his arms.

Pressing his temple hard, he relieved the pain, and his thoughts slowly returned, what happened last night suddenly flooded into his mind.

The inexplicable nightmare that terrified him has already become dazed. He only knows that even if he fell into a coma, he would feel painful and suffocated. The insanity that desperately longs for the comfort of the girl's breath is like a pervert.

Sang Fan's whole body slowly became stiff, and the blood all over his body was condensed on his face, and he blushed intensely.

He looked down at the sleeping girl.

Maybe she didn't sleep very well at night, her face was pale, she curled up in his arms obediently, her delicate and beautiful face was peaceful.

He moved a bit, lowering his head to get closer.

The girl's hands hugged him almost subconsciously, her soft cheeks pressed against his chest, and she still coaxed him in a daze while falling asleep.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

At that moment, the unknown emotion in his body began to boil, screaming, and then somehow wanted to break through.

Slowly, while awake, he buried his head deeply into the girl's neck, sniffing the faint fragrance almost greedily.

His thoughts were confused, his heart was beating so hard that he couldn't control himself, and his breathing suddenly became difficult to stabilize.

In the end, he just pretended to be inadvertent, and gently left a kiss on the skin on the girl's neck, and even rubbed it. Just like this, the heat from the tip of the ear did not dissipate for a long time.

It was near noon when Shen Yue opened her eyes. Yesterday, Sang Fan was really good at making troubles. She lay on the bed in a daze for a while, then slowly got up from the bed.

The room was empty, and there was no sign of Sang Fan.

Shen Yue returned to her room and went to the bathroom to wash up.

There is a hot breakfast on the table, which seems to have been bought not long ago.

After Shen Yue finished her breakfast, the door opened and Sang Fan walked in.

He should have just finished a run, with wet hair, only wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt, and his facial features are grim.

Lifting his eyelids, he looked at the girl lightly for a second, then lowered his gaze as if nothing had happened, indifferently, not as pitiful as last night at all.