The next day, Tang Qing was awakened from the cold.
In early spring, although the temperature is not as cold as in winter, it also needs to be kept warm. Holding a popsicle that can't be warm all night is not a comfortable night.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and the sky was bright. She felt the cold coming from behind her. She could not help pushing away the hand that Xiao Fengting had put on her waist and sat up from the bed.
She kneaded her shoulder and her joints were stiff after being frozen all night. She didn't expect that Xiao Fengting's temperature was too low to be tolerated by normal people.
How does he feel now?
Tang Qing's action, can't help but look down at Xiao Fengting wrapped in the quilt.
I don't know if it's her illusion. After a night's sleep, the man's lip color and face are even darker. The whole face is covered with a light blue white, which even looks worse than when we met yesterday.
His long eyelashes were pale gray, and the whole man was like a dead leaf that was about to fall from the branches, and even his breath was barely audible.
Tang Qing hesitated for a moment, carefully stretched out his hand and explored under his nose. Aware of the slight airflow in her fingertips, Tang Qingwei sighed with a sigh of relief.
She took back her hand, pinched her aching and stiff muscles, walked out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash.
In the bathroom, there are the toothbrush and tooth cup she used in this room. They are clean and clean, but they are not thrown away by Xiao Fengting.
While brushing her teeth, she looked at the furnishings in the bathroom. She didn't know if it was her illusion, which was the same as when she left.
After brushing her teeth, she went to open the wardrobe, which was also the old clothes she had worn, mixed with the clothes Xiao Fengting is now wearing.
As if she had never left
Tang Qingxin doesn't know what feeling. She closes the wardrobe, sighs gently, and turns her head to look at the sleeping man on the bed.
Tang Qing walked over and couldn't help but put his hand on his cheek and stroked it gently. His voice was faint and inaudible: "what kind of a person are you..."
Cruelty is him, warmth is him, she seems to have never really understood this man. Every time I find him, I feel as if I have never known this person
The man's gray eyelashes trembled slightly. Tang Qing thought he was awake and quickly took back his hand. However, he only saw that he held the quilt slightly, curled up and called out in a low voice: "cold..."
His slender body was curled up in a small ball on the bed, his eyebrows frowned uncomfortably, his cold white hair was scattered on his forehead, and the whole person was emitting pitiful breath.
Tang Qing looked at his appearance and sighed a little. He turned around in a hurry to find the remote control of the air conditioner.
"Dee."
She turned the temperature of the air conditioner up to 35 degrees, and felt the temperature in the room gradually rising. Then she went to sit on the sofa, turned her head and looked at the man on the bed, and faintly froze.
Do you really like her?
When did you start to like her?
Like a person, why do such things to her?
If you like a person, why don't you tell her well, why do you want to make her so miserable?