C11

When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day. He didn't expect that he would actually sleep so deeply.

After hurriedly washing her face and rinsing her mouth, she finished the breakfast that the servant had prepared earlier. Then, she continued to draw her design.

Ten designs were not an easy task. She needed to fight for every second to rack her brains.

Looking at the gradually taking shape wedding dress, her mind was in a mess. Then, she suddenly thought of the Ning Zhe, and was stuck for a moment.

She held on to her brain for a long time. Many images flashed through her mind, and as she began to think, she picked up the pen and began to draw.

As dusk fell, the servant came in with a cup of hot tea. Only then did she realize that it was already so late. After receiving the cup, she said to the servant, "Thank you."

"Right, he hasn't come back yet?"

Looking at the time, he saw that it was almost nine o'clock, and his Ning Zhe had not reached home yet.

He didn't need to think to know who she was asking. The servant replied, "The boss said that he would be back a bit later tonight. He told you not to wait for him to eat first."

"I won't wait for him." Gao Yiqing blurted out, and lightly blew the scalding tea water. His gaze never left the design script on the table.

"Do you eat?"

He didn't want to disturb her, but it was already late at night and he was busy for the entire day. The servant didn't want to be convicted of taking care of him inappropriately.

"No, I still need to change it."

"But …"

The servant opened his mouth, but Gao Yiqing completely ignored him, as he picked up the piece of paper and started reading.

It was not enough, he still needed something less. The accessories and tassels were not compatible, so he had to change it again. As he thought about it, he started writing. The servant could only withdraw and not disturb him anymore.

After an unknown amount of time, the final design had finally been completed.

Gao Yiqing felt that her entire body was about to go stiff, she rubbed her sore neck, took a drowsy shower, and then fell asleep very quickly.

"She didn't eat?"

After returning home and hearing the servant's report, his Ning Zhe slightly frowned. The sound of rain falling outside the window was especially loud, and as he questioned, the air became colder.

Seeing his slightly sunken expression, the servant did not dare to say anything more. He hurriedly cooked a bowl of porridge and planned to send it over to the Gao Yiqing. Who knew that the Ning Zhe would casually snatch it away, "Go and busy yourself."

The sound of the rain gradually grew louder, making people feel annoyed. The person on the bed pulled up their blanket to cover their head, trying to cover up the sound, but who would have thought that there would suddenly be thunder.

Suddenly, the door was opened. She quickly turned her head to look and her eyes were filled with fear.

"Why aren't you eating?"

Seeing that he had an inexplicable sense of security, she slowly let out a sigh of relief and muttered, "I don't … Gulp … Hungry …

She had wanted to retort, but she didn't expect her stomach to be so disappointing.

The scene was a bit awkward. She rubbed her belly and gave an embarrassed smile.

"It's too late, let's drink some porridge. It's good for the stomach."

When Ning Zhe passed the congee to her, she was stunned as she received it. She had not expected that Ning Zhe would actually personally serve her congee.

"Hurry up and eat."

As he spoke, Ning Zhe began to change into pajamas. As he ate, he would occasionally raise his head to glance at her. Unexpectedly, Ning Zhe turned around and happened to meet her eyes.

He had an impartial smile at the corner of his mouth, and started walking towards her with every step he took. Gao Yiqing quickly replied: "It's too light."

Because she was too tired, she didn't eat or sleep on the bed. When she woke up, he actually made her eat congee instead. Although it was good for her body, it was better for her to eat.

"Stop bullshitting, hurry up and eat."

He frowned. She immediately shut her mouth and obediently ate without a single grain of rice remaining.

Just as he finished eating his fill and was about to put down the bowl and chopsticks, a wave of muffled thunder pierced through the sky and with a "clang" sound, the bowl in Gao Yiqing's hands dropped to the ground.

She wanted to get down from the bed to pick it up, but the sound of thunder kept on sounding. There were a few flashes of lightning reflected on the glass of the window, causing the forest to be covered in mottled light and her heart to rise into her throat. Suddenly, she felt that someone was holding her body, and when she lifted her eyes, she saw that it was Ning Zhe.

"It's already this big and you're still afraid of thunder?" he asked, with a teasing smile at the corners of his mouth, but holding her very tightly.

It wasn't because she was afraid of thunder, but because there would always be a few stimulated patients who would stay in a mental hospital all year round. If they weren't screaming at the top of their lungs, or laughing sorrowfully, or laughing evilly, these sounds would often accompany her to sleep, and she would often have nightmares about it. So she was somewhat sensitive to thunder, but she couldn't say that to Ning Zhe, so she could only evade by saying, "I'm not too afraid, it's just that …"

When a clap of thunder struck down, she subconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve tightly. Seeing someone who was so scared yet had such a stubborn mouth, she couldn't help but laugh at his Ning Zhe.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His voice was very soft, but it was as if there was magic in it, causing her to feel inexplicably at ease. With the reliance he had made on his Gao Yiqing, he couldn't help but want to rely on it.

The rain had been falling all night and the thunder only stopped when it was midnight. Gao Yiqing had unknowingly fallen asleep in his embrace, and he was still sound asleep even though it was so rare to see the Ning Zhe of the person in his embrace showing some gentleness.