The beloved one of the rich brother

Wen Yiyou moved slowly and softly to the bedside, slowly lowering her eyes and staring at the sleeping man.

The wound on his forehead had been carefully bandaged and covered with a layer of white gauze.

She climbed onto the bed gently, carefully lay down on her side next to him, then stretched out her arms, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face deep in his warm shoulder.

After a whole night of anxiety and fear, all her worries gradually dissipated when she smelled his familiar and reassuring scent.

She tried to close her eyes and let herself fall asleep, but Shu Yingxue's body and appearance, which revealed traces of affection, kept flashing in her mind.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and tears fell again without warning. She bit her lips tightly, choking silently.

She was afraid to imagine, let alone speculate, whether something had happened between them that shouldn't have happened.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, her heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of sharp blades at the same time, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.

Her body trembled slightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

The whole world seemed to collapse at this moment, and she fell into endless pain.

As if sensing her uneasiness, the man's palm moved slightly, his lips slightly opened, and he kept murmuring: "One by one, one by one..."

Wen Yiyou's tears stagnated, and she quickly held his big hand tightly, and responded softly: "I'm here, I'm here..."

The man heard her voice gradually become steady and his body no longer tense.

Wen Yiyu was afraid that her actions would disturb him again, so she dared not move.

However, the fear, panic and confusion in her heart surged into her heart like a flood, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

She could only cry silently, praying that everything that happened tonight was just a terrible nightmare, and when she woke up, all the pain would disappear.

Huo Chengluo slowly opened his deep black eyes, and the unfamiliar environment in front of him made him a little confused.

He tried to move, but found that his body was as heavy as if it was pressed down by a thousand-pound burden, and his whole body was sore and painful, as if he had been through a fierce battle.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His forehead ached slightly, so he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the painful area, feeling the traces of gauze bandage.

At this moment, some vague images suddenly flashed through his mind, making his heart tighten and he immediately opened his eyes.

This sudden action made him feel dizzy, and he couldn't help but let out a faint moan.

This subtle sound instantly broke the silence in the room, and Wen Yiyou, who was already sleeping uneasy, was awakened. She quickly opened her eyes, climbed up from the bed, and asked anxiously: "Brother, are you awake? Are you okay?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Huo Chengluo's eyes instantly focused on the girl's face.

Under his gaze, her lively big eyes were full of bloodshot, with a dark circle around her eye sockets. Her originally beautiful and energetic face looked very haggard.

He suppressed his physical fatigue and discomfort, and sat up straight with all his strength, "Yi Yi, what's wrong? What happened? You look very tired..."

After hearing the man's voice, Wen Yiyou's suppressed emotions all night seemed to have an outlet. She hugged his neck tightly, sobbing softly.

The sobbing sounded sad, suppressed and aggrieved.

Huo Chengluo's eyes flashed with panic, "What's wrong? Tell your brother."

As the man asked this question, Wen Yiyou's soft sobs instantly turned into loud tears, "You scared me to death last night, I was so scared..."

last night?

Huo Chengluo hugged her back tightly with both hands and closed his eyes. He quickly recalled what happened in Yujing Bay last night.

The last scene in his memory was Shu Yingxue hugging him from behind.

His breathing suddenly slowed down, and his face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying. He never thought that his family would plot against him, force him to be with Shu Yingxue regardless of his wishes, and even use such dirty means on him.

But at this moment, he could only suppress his anger, because the girl in his arms was crying sadly and aggrieved, which made him feel distressed. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, I'm fine!"

Wen Yiyou, who was crying on the man's shoulder, shook her head desperately and said with a sob, "No, no, last night you..."

Before she could finish her words, Huo Chengluo suddenly pressed her into his arms, as if to stop her from continuing to recall what happened last night.

"Well, it's okay, it's all over, it's over..." Huo Chengluo whispered to comfort.

Wen Yiyou was still crying uncontrollably, while Huo Chengluo hugged her tightly, gently covered her eyes with his thin lips, gently kissed away the tears flowing freely from the corners of her eyes, and kept comforting her softly: "You are scared, right? Don't think about it anymore, I'm really fine, and this kind of thing will never happen again, I promise!"

After saying that, he kissed all the way along her face to the corner of her mouth, and finally gently covered her lips again, stroking and rolling them repeatedly until the girl's crying gradually stopped.

I don’t know how long it took, Wen Yiyu buried her face in his neck, breathing softly.

Huo Chengluo lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes always on her face. He gently wiped the remaining tear marks on her face with his fingers, his eyes full of heartache and pity.

Looking at her haggard face, he asked softly, "Can you take a nap?"

Wen Yiyou hugged him nervously, "I want to be with you."

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'll sleep with you!" Huo Chengluo responded gently, hugging her tightly so that she could feel his body temperature.

They lay down slowly, and as soon as the quilt covered them, his lips gently fell on her smooth forehead, and his voice became softer, "Don't think about anything, just sleep well!"

Wen Yiyu's body, which had been tense all night, gradually relaxed in the familiar and warm embrace of this man.

Although her eyes were so heavy that she could hardly open them, she still forced herself to ask, "Brother, does the wound on your forehead still hurt?"

The man's lips fell on her eyes very gently, as light as a feather.

His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "It doesn't hurt, shh, don't say anything now, just sleep well, dear!"

The man soothed her in soft voice and patted her back gently with his hands, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

In the familiar and warm arms of the man, Wen Yiyu finally felt relieved, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Until he felt the girl's soft breathing gradually calm down, the gentleness on the man's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a tense jaw and an extremely gloomy face.

His eyes became sharp and cold, as if they could see through everything.

At this moment, he was completely different from the tender and affectionate man just now.