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The sky outside the window was full of stars, surrounded by empty darkness, like an endless abyss. Only a warm light was lit in the carriage, which vaguely outlined her soft profile.

Song Hengjue slightly squinted his misty peach blossom eyes, exuding the lazy aura of someone who had just woken up.

Yang Qingheng noticed that the head on his shoulder had moved, so he put down the document, gently pressed the warm fingertips on the side of his slightly cold face, and said softly: "I woke up, does my head still hurt?"

So gentle?

Song Hengjue subconsciously covered the side of his face that she had touched just now. The residual warmth of her fingertips was still there. After realizing it, he shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"Then go back and eat." Yang Qingheng rubbed his numb shoulders, opened the door and got out of the car.

Is he dreaming?

Song Hengjue followed closely. He stood in the living room for a long time and still couldn't understand Yang Qingheng's sudden change of attitude. He felt nervous, and quietly pinched the outside of his thigh with his fingers, unable to hold back a breath of cold air.

pain!

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come and eat," Yang Qingheng set out the dishes and waved to him, "Auntie told me that she had something to do at home today and would go back at five o'clock. I'll heat up the afternoon dishes, so you can just eat a little. .”

She couldn't decide whether Song Hengjue would feel sick after hitting her head. She had no appetite for several days after the car accident.

Song Hengjue had never experienced any hardships, so of course he didn't dislike it, but looking at her concerned eyes, his eyes moved slightly and he tentatively said, "Can I have egg noodles?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

Torturing Yang Qingheng was simply asking for death. He was already bracing himself and waiting for the next insult. Unexpectedly, a pair of warm hands pressed on his forehead: "It's disgusting. You want to eat something light? Wait."

Song Hengjue listened to the sound of running water in the kitchen, sniffed hard, grinned and touched his forehead, it smelled so good.

After finishing the meal, Song Hengjue stood up consciously. Before his hand touched the bowl, Yang Qingheng snatched it away: "Okay, you have nothing to do here. Go wash up and rest quickly."

"By the way, don't touch the water with your forehead." Yang Qingheng stuck her head out and reminded him at his back.

Song Hengjue was so flattered that he dried himself casually and looked at the two big foreheads on the left and right in the mirror. Was he crazy, or was Yang Qingheng crazy?

"Song Hengjue, are you okay?" Yang Qingheng frowned and shouted loudly after not hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom for a long time.

You won't faint in there, right? Don't mention it, hitting your head is really possible.

She stood up on the bed. Fortunately, Song Hengjue opened the door in a bathrobe the next second.

She breathed a sigh of relief and lifted a corner of the quilt: "Come here and sleep."

Is there such a good thing?

Song Hengjue's eyes were bright. He threw away the towel and rushed into the bed. He looked at her expectantly, his throat was itchy, and his obscure black eyes seemed to glance at her collarbone.

Will you start chewing from here or from the neck later? I haven't sucked my face in a long time, so I want to slap her face first, and then bite her lips twice if I don't get slapped.

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled, and a handsome face slowly enlarged in front of Yang Qingheng.

"You're used to sleeping in my arms, aren't you? I'm used to you," Yang Qingheng said amusedly, raising a hand to rest on his waist, "Come on."

No matter how you sleep, your sweetheart is lying next to you. It would be better to kill him than to let him sleep.

Song Hengjue was unwilling to give up. He rolled into her arms with a tiger pounce, bit her slightly opened petal lips, and let out a sigh as he wished.

Yang Qingheng subconsciously protected her lower abdomen, pursed her lips in displeasure, pushed hard against his chest, and said strangely: "What's wrong with you today? It's weird."