To You, My Beloved

Gu Qingcheng's submissiveness and well-behavedness made Tang Shi subconsciously close his arms tightly and hug her into his arms.

Gu Qingcheng's sobs gradually became quieter. After crying for so long, Gu Qingcheng felt lazy and tired. She didn't want to move at all. Her brain was also groggy, so she just leaned on Tang Shi's shoulder. , slowly closed his eyes.

Tang Shi's hand patted her back repeatedly, without any sense of rhythm, but it made Gu Qingcheng relax little by little. After a while, her breathing became even and long, and she was so An Jing fell asleep peacefully in Tang Shi's arms.

Tang Shi's hand patting Gu Qingcheng's back gradually stopped. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and slowly closed his eyes.

The starlight outside the window became dimming little by little, and even the chirping of insects gradually disappeared.

The whole world fell into silence.

Tang Shi always maintained a deep embrace of Gu Qingcheng.

When Tang Shi pulled Gu Qingcheng to flush the water, he didn't even dry their bodies before getting on the bed. The bed was already wet. Gradually, Tang Shi felt a chill.

Tang Shi moved his body slightly and carried Gu Qingcheng to the sofa beside him. Gu Qingcheng's body had already dried naturally, and her hair was long and thick, but it was still wet. Tang Shi was afraid that turning on the hair dryer would wake her up. , and took a towel to dry her hair bit by bit.

Tang Shi picked up Gu Qingcheng and walked to another bedroom. He placed Gu Qingcheng on the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered her carefully.

Tonight's love was half done, because her crying stopped abruptly. Tang Shi always felt that there was a breath of anger that could not be vented. At this time, he looked at her sleeping peacefully, but felt that the anger was even more intense. He became domineering.

Tang Shi's eyes gradually became deeper as he stared at Gu Qingcheng, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

He felt as if he was losing control of himself.

But he tried his best to suppress himself.

His hand slowly stroked Gu Qingcheng's cheek. He felt as if he could no longer control himself. He licked his slightly dry lips, then gently lowered his head and pressed his lips against He turned his head, and her eyes, which were swollen like walnuts from crying, slowly fell on her eyebrows, and from the bottom of her heart, she said softly: Good night, my Qingqing.

Who said, good night is an indirect confession.

He had said this to her countless late nights, but she had never heard it once.

Good night.

I love you, love you.

My love.