don't cry

The strange feeling in Jing Rong's heart deepened, but he couldn't find what was wrong, so he had to give up.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the other party's neck inadvertently, and Jing Rong realized that the style of the other party's pajamas was a bit loose.

Qu Yu's beautiful collarbone was exposed, her skin was as white as suet jade, her jaw was superior and clear, her lips were slightly pursed, showing a gentle and lovely curve.

What's more terrible is that the other party has the same gardenia fragrance as him.

It was as if the other party was his property, a part of him.

Jing Rong's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head away, feeling slightly confused and uncomfortable because of his abrupt thought.

"Brother, it's getting late, you go to rest first, I'll post it myself after a while." Qu Yu said thoughtfully.

Jing Rong became more and more uncomfortable, and the other party was wholeheartedly thinking from his perspective, but just now he had such a sinful thought, it was really wrong.

He glanced at the watch, it was 11:30, it was time to rest, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Jing Rong coughed softly: "It's okay, I'll stay with you for a while, it's not too late."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but after hearing his words, the corners of Qu Yu's lips seemed to curve a bit higher, looking very happy.

He tilted his head, showing a fleeting smile.

After helping Qu Yu treat the wound on her little finger, and repeatedly reminding him not to get wet in the near future, Jing Rong endured his sleepiness and got up and went back to the bedroom.

As usual, he sat at the desk and wrote in his diary, writing on and off, stopping and writing, and soon after zero o'clock.

Thunder was rolling outside the window, and the downpour of rain fell, crackling and crackling on the window.

Jing Fu entered the diary, tidied up the desk, got up and looked out the window, a little thirsty.

He opened the bedroom door and looked up to find that the light on the opposite side was still on.

Jing Rong paused, then walked to the living room to fetch water.

He went back to the bedroom with the cup in his hand, sat by the bed and drank half of the cup, checking the exact time by the way.

[-]:[-].

He should be asleep by this point.

Jing Rong rubbed the cup wall with his fingertips, and thought of Qu Yu's injured little finger. After careful consideration, he got up and knocked on the opposite door.

The other party quickly opened the door and poked his head out: "What's wrong, brother?"

"It's very late, go to bed early, don't let your fingers work too hard, it's not good for recovery." Jing Rong reminded again with a serious face.

Qu Yu nodded honestly: "I see, I'll sleep right away."

Jing Rong nodded, thought for a while, and said, "If you need anything, just knock on my door, don't do everything by yourself."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly. If this continues, he will chatter even more than his own mother.

Qu Yu seemed a little dazed, and hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Can I do anything I need?"

Jing Rong was slightly puzzled, and thought for a while: "It's within my ability."

"Okay." Qu Yu lowered her head, thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Jing Rong didn't force him any more, and turned around and went back to the bedroom.

The weather in summer is cloudy and cloudy. Tonight's heavy rain came suddenly and majesticly, and it should not stop in a short time.

Jing Rong turned off the lights and lay on the bed, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples and around his eyes, sleepiness slowly came up, he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

"Boom--"

An extremely loud thunder came through the window, with a strong penetrating power, carrying a majestic and solemn meaning.

Jing Rong's brewing drowsiness was frightened away, he closed his eyes again, and brewed again.

"Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door.

Jing Rong rubbed his temples and sat up, his complexion not very good-looking.

He flipped the switch and the light didn't come on as expected.

Maybe it was a trip or a power outage. Jing Rong lived here for a longer time and encountered such a situation.

He picked up his phone to turn on the flashlight, reached out to open the door, and saw his roommate hugging the pillow and looking at him pitifully.

The other party pursed his lips and looked aggrieved: "Brother, I can't sleep, can you stay with me?"

Qu Yu's hair was a bit messy, as if she had rolled on the bed several times, and her pajamas were crooked, not as straight as when she was in the living room just now.

Most importantly, his eyes were still slightly red, as if he had already cried.

"..." Jing Rong's eyelids twitched, but he didn't want to take this poor kid, "Come in."

Qu Yu walked into his bedroom with a pillow in his arms, and stood in front of his desk a little cautiously.

"Why can't I fall asleep?" Jing Rong put the phone upside down on the bedside table, and drank the water from the glass beside him.

He just got up from the bed, his pajamas are not straight, a lock of hair hangs on his brow bone, a little casual and lazy, slightly different from him during the day.

Qu Yu pressed his eyelids, his eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, only his voice was still soft: "I'm afraid of thunderstorms, and I can't sleep without turning on the lights, but the power was cut off just now, so I'm so scared."

Jing Rong understood that everyone has their own habits. Some people are afraid of the dark, some are afraid of bugs, and he also has friends who are afraid of thunderstorms. It is not unusual.

He thought for a moment and said, "The electricity should not be restored for a while. I have a power bank. Can you use it?"

Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw Qu Yu's eyes were red.

"Why are you crying?" Jing Rong took out two pieces of paper and handed them over, already able to calmly deal with this sudden situation.

Qu Yu didn't take his paper, but tilted his head slightly, and took a step back: "Brother, do you think I'm troublesome, an annoying clingy person?"

Jing Rong frowned slightly: "Why do you think so?"

He couldn't figure it out for a while, and the other party's injured appearance made him a little dazed.

Qu Yu turned to look at him: "I don't want a power bank, I just want my brother to accompany me."

After finishing speaking, he drooped his head again, and his tone became a little nasal, "If brother doesn't want to, I'd better go back to my bedroom."

Jing Rong had just promised the other party not long ago that he would come to him for help when in need. Now that the other party suddenly has a self-willed and serious temper, which may be linked to fear. If he really lets people go back, he may not feel relieved.

Moreover, the other party came to him for help because the other party trusted him, relied on him, and believed that he could provide shelter and help.

After thinking for a few seconds, Jing Rong took a step back: "How do you want me to accompany you?"

Qu Yu raised his eyelids, looked at him with some joy, showed a shy smile, and said coyly, "I want to sleep with my brother."

"..."

Jing Rong raised his forehead, his temples were faintly protruding, and he was a little undecided for a while.

Since he was sensible, he has never slept in the same bed with others, even Jing Qian has never experienced this kind of treatment.

It would be a lie to say no hesitation, his first reaction was that he was unwilling to resist, but when his eyes met Qu Yu Xiyi's, he was a little shaken.

In fact, his bed is quite big, and two people can't sleep together. Besides, his sleeping position is very good, as long as the other party doesn't move around, there is basically no physical contact.

His slightly long silence already speaks volumes for his attitude.

Qu Yu's eyes darkened slightly: "Forget it, I'd better go back, good night brother."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the door, and was about to walk back to the opposite bedroom.

"Boom--"

There was another thunderclap.

The figure hugging the pillow froze, then squatted down and curled up, as if terrified.

Jing Rong rubbed his temples, but finally couldn't bear the panicked look of the other party: "...Come back, I promise you."

Qu Yu's shoulders moved, and when she turned her head, tears welled up in her eyes, and there was still fear that hadn't dissipated: "What did you say?"

"Come up to sleep." Jing Rong reached out and patted the bed, pulled his own pillow in, and lay down first.

Qu Yu stood on the spot and paused.

The lighting range of Jing Rong's mobile phone is limited. He took off his glasses and put them aside. His vision was a little blurry. He could only see the other party standing upright with his back slightly lowered, and his lips pursed into a nice curve.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart again, like a feather, gently tickling his nerves.

"Why are you standing there?" He couldn't help urging, trying to get rid of the discomfort.

Qu Yu raised her head, her voice was gentle and serious: "Then I'm going to bed with my brother."

His voice seemed to be a little damp because of the rainy night, it was deep and deep, and it sounded very seductive.

Jing Rong blinked his eyes, and when his glasses were gone, his gentle and fresh almond eyes appeared, which looked more innocent than Qu Yu.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to confirm this sentence, he seemed to be very concerned about it, but he nodded: "Well, come up."

As if driven by the other party, he was also a little nervous and serious.

Jing Rong couldn't hold it back, his eyelashes flickered, fluttering like a butterfly, or uneasy like a frightened bird.

Qu Yu gave a low laugh, and approached the bed with steps.

He straightened his pillows, took off his slippers, got into bed, and lay down.

Seeing this, Jing Rong turned off the flashlight mode on the phone.

None of them spoke, they were quiet, only the sound of rain and occasional thunder outside could be heard.

"Brother, can I use some of your blanket?" In the darkness, Qu Yu's voice rang out from his ears, and the scorching breath seemed to pounce on Jing Rong's sensitive ears and neck.

Jing Rong's body froze, he shrank his neck subconsciously, and his breathing became disordered for a second.

He calmed down his breath, and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you say that just now?"

"Because my brother didn't ask." The other party's voice was clear and clear, and he seemed to be a little confident.

Jing Rong had no choice but to distribute half of the blanket on his body to the person next to him. His blanket was also very big, so the two of them could cover it without any problem.

However, when he was smoothing the blanket, he seemed to touch something, causing Qu Yu to hum softly.

"What's wrong?" Jing Rong asked without thinking.

He thought that when he touched the other party's little finger, the other party was delicate and afraid of pain, and when he touched the wound, he might be so painful that he would shed tears.

Qu Yu didn't speak, and there was silence in the darkness, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Jing Rong was a little nervous and cramped for no reason, and held his hand with one hand, pulling him forward.

Soon, he seemed to touch that place again, warm and smooth.

Jing Rong curled his fingers slightly, and the other party's voice sounded next to his ears, as if he was talking close to him.

"Brother, you touched my heart."

The author has something to say: Gougou: So my brother is responsible for me (*∩_∩*)