He Is Warmer Than Time

Gu Jingxing said with a dumb voice: "What's the secret?"

Song Ran leaned forward, stood on tiptoe, lips close to Gu Jingxing's ear, and whispered: "Jingxing, I found that you usually call me Xiao Ran. When you have that kind of thought in your mind, you will call I... Ran Ran..."

She exhaled like blue, and Gu Jingxing's blood suddenly boiled again. The two words Ranran seemed to be a catalyst, making his mind dizzy. He turned his head and hit the wall with a fist, which strongly suppressed the upsurge of blood in his heart.

Song Ran no longer deliberately teased him, only two steps away from him, thoughtfully said: "Brother Jingxing, go to sleep, I won't bother you."

Gu Jingxing's eyes were dark, he was really going to be tortured crazy by this little girl.

But, you can’t touch, touch, let alone eat. What else can you do besides self-restraint and restraint?

Gu Jingxing followed her steps and walked into the room in the dark.

This time Song Ran learned well and lay down on the bed, while Gu Jingxing lay down on the ground.

After a while, Song Ran's voice sounded again: "Brother Jingxing, I'm hungry."

"Huh? Are you hungry?"

Song Ran whispered: "The meals on your side are all served in huge bowls. As soon as I saw the portion, I was full immediately. I was bothered by arguing with Ding Guoying just now, so I was hungry."

A rustling voice came from the side, and Gu Jingxing's voice rang in the darkness: "Then I'll go to the stove to make you something to eat? Can I cook noodles?"

Song Ran followed, "Well, okay, just put some greens, less oil and salt, just a little lighter."

Gu Jingxing touched her shoulder: "Don't go out, it's raining heavily."

In the countryside, the stove room is separated from the main house.

Song Ran took his hand: "I will go with you."

Gu Jingxing took her by the hand and walked to the gate, and said tightly, "Xiao Ran, come, I will hold you over, the road is slippery in the rain."

Song Ran didn't argue, but obediently let him embrace her whole body, and she hung her on his waist, with her hands hanging: "Jingxing, can I touch you?"

Gu Jingxing gave a light cough: "Yes."

As he said, he pulled the door bolt open and opened the umbrella. As soon as the door opened, the sound of the rain became louder. Song Ran smiled and said, "Why can I touch you again? I won't be...?"

Gu Jingxing supported her with one hand and an umbrella with the other, and stepped into the stove in three or two steps.

The stove was low, he bent over and lowered his head to get in, gently put her down, touched the match on the stove, struck a stick, and lit the kerosene lamp on the stove.

The faint flame rose slowly, and Song Ran's eyes were full of smiles, waiting for his reply.

Gu Jingxing touched the back of his head, and looked a little uncomfortable: "Well...when you sleep, when the two are lying on the bed together, when it's dark, don't touch me randomly...I...I'm worried that my brain will get hot for a while. Do things that you regret beyond your reach."

Red clouds flew up on Song Ran's cheeks, and she lowered her head and said, "Okay, I...I see, I've written everything down.

Gu Jingxing touched her head, then got behind the stove, Song Ran probed over: "What is this for?"

Gu Jingxing clicked on a small handful of hay, then set up a few sticks of firewood, and pushed them into the fire. The smell of smoke came. He coughed and waved his hand: "Xiao Ran, don't come behind the stove. The smoke is heavy and choking you. ."

There was suddenly thick smoke from the small stove, and Song Ran retreated to the side of the stove in a panic.