Jane Sanshao's love story

He enjoyed this feeling very much, this feeling that Jian Qiubai was abandoned by everyone in the world, and only he was willing to protect her.

Even if it sounds selfish.

But he would rather let Jian Qiubai be bullied all his life.

No one protects him, only he is willing to guard him.

In this way, he can always be the most special existence in his heart.

In this way, the young man in front of him can only pretend to be him in his heart.

Yuan Chengyi touched the boy's forehead calmly and said, "Even if no one picks it up, you won't get caught in the rain. Didn't I put an umbrella in your schoolbag?"

Jian Qiubai didn't speak, her breathing was steady, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But Yuan Chengyi knew that he was pretending to sleep.

When he really fell asleep, his mouth would be tightly closed, not slightly open like now.

The man lowered his body slightly and approached him, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you hold an umbrella?"

Jian Qiubai frowned delicately, kicked off the quilt impatiently and muttered: "I don't want to open an umbrella by myself, I like to get in the rain."

Yuan Chengyi's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "You are the one who catches a cold without an umbrella, and you are the one who suffers here humming and chirping. Is your brain flooded?"

Jian Qiubai turned over, turned his back to him, and said sullenly: "You don't need to worry about it."

Yuan Chengyi snorted, did not speak, and stared at the boy's fair and beautiful back neck with his arms folded.

Time ticked, and the room was silent. When he heard the boy's steady breathing, Yuan Chengyi got up, helped him turn over by his shoulders, and let him sleep on his back.

Sleeping on the left side is the most unhealthy sleeping position, which can easily oppress the heart.

Jian Qiubai's complexion has improved a lot, Yuan Chengyi lowered his head, staring blankly at the boy's dry but still attractive lips, his eyes were dull and gloomy.

After staring at it for an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly lowered his head, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked and kissed the boy's smooth and elastic bridge of nose from top to bottom, and murmured hysterically, "Just do it, sooner or later you will If it falls into my hands one day, I will kill you."

The madman's words flowed out without going through the brain at all, as if he had been poisoned and bewitched.

After being stunned for a while, Yuan Chengyi suddenly realized what he had blurted out, his pupils narrowed in shock, and he quickly stood up from the boy, like a beast caught in a trap, pacing back and forth by the bed in a daze .

Was he crazy just now?

Yes, must be crazy.

Under the light, the boy slept peacefully and soundly, unaware that the gentleman and self-disciplined person who was always by his side said such dark and domineering words to himself.

Looking at the boy's defenseless face, Yuan Chengyi sighed slightly, turned around and went into the bathroom again.

He should wash his face again to wake up.

He must have been too tired recently, so tired that he was dazed.

Yes, it must be too tired, tired of talking nonsense, and the spirit jumped out.

is too tired.

While pouring cold water on his face, Yuan Chengyi kept repeating these words in his heart.

I don't know whether to repeat it to others or repeat it to myself.