If the world had no daylight

In the dark lounge, there was only a shallow breathing sound.

The person kneeling on the sofa leaned back, gently placed the person in his arms on his lap, and changed her into a more comfortable position.Then he pulled the thin blanket aside and covered her.

The oxygen-poor room was filled with the smell of the receding tide. The sweat wet the clothes and stuck to the body, which should have been very uncomfortable.

Ye Wan lowered his eyes, as if turning a blind eye to all of this.

She silently watched the sleeping person, letting the heat in the room subside little by little, returning to tranquility.

After dawn, who she will face is still unknown at this moment.

But she doesn't regret it at all.

When the first voice came out, Ye Wan had just cleaned up the messy house and was about to take a shower and lie down.

She was so tired that day. She was hungover all night, moved for a day, and had to go out for a meal.

There was already hot water in the bathroom, just as Ye Wan took out the bathrobe from the closet, the phone on the bed vibrated.

She glanced back, but didn't care, and walked into the bathroom with her bathrobe.

The news from all corners of the world did not stop this day, some sent text messages, some made phone calls, and a few people on private WeChat also sent large red envelopes and messages.

But she doesn't want to worry about that for now.

The newly found house is a single apartment, which is much worse than the previous one in all aspects, but the advantage is that the rent is suitable.

The most fitting thing is that there is a bathtub in the bathroom.

Taking a bath is the most effective way to eliminate fatigue, and she almost fell asleep in the bathtub accidentally.When it was packed and came out, the time was almost zero.

There are still a few boxes of books in the bedroom that have not been sorted out, but Ye Wan is already drowsy. No matter what, let's wait until tomorrow to deal with it.

She turned off the light, took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

Her knee hit something cold, she opened her eyes, still wondering what it was, when a familiar "beep" sound jumped out.

It turned out to be a cell phone.

Ye Wan reached for the phone and turned off Siri, which was accidentally called out.

A large string of messages stopped on the screen that hadn't yet dimmed. She glanced at it and threw the phone on the pillow.

Ye Wan closed her eyes and pulled the quilt over to cover herself.

Three seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The dark room was silent, and Ye Wan lay on his side on the bed, eyes open in a daze.

Finally, she stretched out her hand and picked up the phone again.

The screen was woken up, and a series of messages stopped on the lock screen interface. In the upper left corner of each message, under the green icon, two black bold characters formed a name.

It turned out that it was not her illusion.

When it was daylight, the person leaning on the sofa raised his head and moved his stiff neck.

Her sweat had already dried out, but she still had an unspeakable smell.

The person lying on her knees was wrapped in her arms, and the gentle breathing rose and fell with the chest, becoming a sonata throughout the night.

Ye Wan gently raised her head, pulled away her unconscious hand, and moved slowly.

The blood circulation revived, bringing some numbness. She squeezed her fingers, and vaguely smelled the residual smell on them.

Ye Wan raised her head and looked at the curtains that let in a few beams of dark light.

Time is so long.

Time is so short.

When the dawn broke, golden warm light poured down, drawing a golden line on the sofa.

The man with messy hair squinted his eyes, but he didn't avoid it.

She watched as the light rose, spread, and radiated.

Thus came a new day.

Ye Wan couldn't help smiling.

After laughing, she lowered her head, but it broke into a pair of eyes without warning.

The person lying on her lap had his eyes half-opened, and the focus seemed to be on his own face, but it seemed to be elsewhere.

Ye Wan smiled, and unconsciously clenched her hand on the sofa.

The person covered with a thin blanket seemed to have not fully awakened from sleepiness. She opened her eyes blankly and did not move for a long time.

Ye Wan's lips slowly pursed into a line. She didn't dodge or blink, just looking at the short-haired girl.

Ye Wan's face was clearly reflected in those almond eyes that were still drowsy after drinking.

The haze dissipated, and the fundus of the eyes gradually became clear.

In the next second, the person lying on her lap moved, propped up his body and sat up.

Ye Wan leaned on the sofa, silent.

She raised her eyes and saw that the person who got up turned his back to her without saying a word, raised his hand to take the clothes on the sofa, and put them on one by one.

The room was as quiet as if the oxygen had been drained.

The short-haired girl lowered her head, buttoned the last button, and stood up while leaning on the sofa.

Ye Wan looked away, and silently twitched the corners of his mouth.

The person who put on the shoes picked up the satchel that he had dropped on the ground, and carefully arranged the messy hair, then walked towards the door with his legs open.

Ye Wan lowered her eyes and folded her fingers together.

A figure stopped in front of her, and after a while, slender fingers lifted up and caressed her side face.

Ye Wan was stunned.

The hoarse voice said softly: "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Ye Wan thought, at this moment, she must look stupid.

Because the person who caressed her cheek had a slightly helpless expression on his face.

The warm liquid trickled down the corners of the eyes, but it couldn't be stopped.

The fingers that were caressing the face were wet, and the fingertips trembled, and they were retracted.

But in the next second, he stuck it on with the back of his warm hand, wiping away the water marks little by little.

The more you rub it, the more wet your palms are.

Something sour got into the tip of Bai Tian's nose, she frowned slightly, and a little emotion leaked from her eyes.

So she raised her other hand, cupped the face of the person in front of her with both hands, and bent down to give a kiss.

"Okay, don't cry."

Bai Tian bent over and looked into her eyes.

The face in the palm was startled, and another tear fell silently.

Bai Tian's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his eyes were quietly stained red.

She was about to straighten up and hide her expression when a hand clasped the back of her head and pressed her lips again.

A pair of hands subconsciously touched Ye Wan's shoulders, and a moment later, with their palms facing down, they held onto Ye Wan's thin shoulders.

When the breath came out from between her lips again, the short-haired girl finally couldn't help but said, "You smell like sweat."

Ye Wan paused and looked up at her.

"You too."