Traveling through the mall: the rough man is wild and flirtatious

Chapter 227 What a Grieving Fairy
Su Qingyuan didn't know how long Yan Nancen had been sitting by the bed, but when she seemed a little thirsty and wanted to drink water, she opened her eyes and saw Yan Nancen who was licking firewood into the fire.

Most of the fire light was blocked by him, but just looking at it like this, she felt that he was very lonely, very lonely, and he had to bear so many things at a young age.

In the face of the death of his relatives, he has no place to cry, and no one to comfort him. He can only rely on himself and grow up desperately.

Now seeing the tall figure squatting in the firelight, in fact, his heart is as sensitive as a child, so he lives with the most frightening image.

He must have worked very hard.

"Yan Nancen." She whispered.

Yan Nancen turned his head quickly, saw her eyes open, and immediately came over, "What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

"I'm thirsty." Seeing Yan Nancen running towards her in a panic, she was really moved.

In two lifetimes, no one would come to her side so quickly just because of a shout, and even the first sentence was to care about her body. Su Qingyuan couldn't stop her being moved like this.

Yan Nancen knew that he would get thirsty after drinking, so he had prepared warm water long ago, and he took the kettle and carefully fed it to her.

In fact, it is almost the same. Although he is twenty-three, in Su Qingyuan's opinion, he is no different from a big boy who has just entered the society. Of course, she is talking about age.

After Su Qingyuan fell asleep, he silently moved closer, and even turned sideways to face Su Qingyuan.

Feeling that he was lying down, Su Qingyuan said again, "Pull the quilt up by myself."

With a smile on his lips, Yan Nancen covered her with the quilt, she kicked it away, and he covered it again.

In fact, the temperature in this small room is quite high, so she kicked the quilt a little bit.

Her waist is really thin, as if he could hold it with one hand, and her breath brushed against her chin in a breathless way.

Yan Nancen's experience is much more than that of a boy who just entered the society, but he still has so many soldiers guarding Xiaoshan Pass.

Su Qingyuan doesn't sleep very well, let alone the uncomfortable bed, no matter how she sleeps, she doesn't sleep very well.

Not long after that, she fell asleep again. As for whether Yan Nancen was covered with a quilt, she didn't know.

The two of them didn't get along that much alone, so he couldn't bear to fall asleep.

He even kicked all the quilts on him.

Yan Nancen only spent about half a minute in the ideological struggle, he quickly kicked off his shoes, and fell asleep with his clothes on, right next to Su Qingyuan.

He actually felt itchy in his heart.

Yan Nancen's hand was hanging by his side at the beginning, but for some reason, after a long time, his hand went up to her slender waist involuntarily.

It wasn't long before Yan Nancen saw her close in front of her eyes, when she turned over and fell asleep on her back.

"What a grumpy goblin."

"I'm not sleepy, Yuan'er sleeps."

"Why don't you sleep?" she asked.

After finishing speaking, I turned my back to him and didn't speak, as if I had fallen asleep.

Lying beside Su Qingyuan, only slightly covered by the quilt, he was extremely excited, smelling the fragrance of her body, he couldn't fall asleep even more.

Just like this one kick, one cover many times, Yan Nancen always took the same trouble, until Su Qingyuan turned over and hugged him.

After taking a few sips, Su Qingyuan felt that she had come back to life.

Who knew that Su Qingyuan, who had just fallen asleep, turned over directly, and the two came face to face.

How could Yan Nancen be able to sleep, he thought it would be good to see her for one night, at least such times would probably be rare in the future.

Su Qingyuan moved behind the bed, "You sleep here."

It's two o'clock in the morning, and he's still sitting by the fire, is he going to stay up all night.

Su Qingyuan didn't believe what he said. He probably didn't dare to sleep in the same bed with him. Sometimes this person was too smart, and sometimes he was too stupid, so stupid that people thought he was like a simple big boy.

He didn't even dare to breathe out, for fear of waking up Su Qingyuan who was sleeping soundly while hugging him,
And Su Qingyuan finally found the most suitable posture after several rounds of tossing and turning, and fell into a deep sleep.

So there was some tossing and turning, and Yan Nancen added a lot of firewood before going to bed.

He froze for a moment, as if he missed a beat on his heart.

Although he sighed like this, he didn't see him pushing Su Qingyuan away from his arms, how lucky he was to be able to hold someone in his arms, how could he be willing, his heart was already as sweet as honey.

Strange to say, after Su Qingyuan leaned in his arms, she didn't move strangely, and she didn't kick the quilt anymore. It seemed that her posture was comfortable and her whole person was at ease.

It's good to settle down, it's good to lie in his arms like this, it's good for him to hug someone like this.

Even if he couldn't fall asleep, he was still willing.

(End of this chapter)