After being tossed all night, Luo xiaoberry slept the next day and didn't wake up until dark.
"Ah! I slept all day?" She suddenly covered her face and couldn't imagine how her father, mother, brother and sister-in-law would make up for it.
After all... One day and one night is really enough.
Ke Jingheng woke up long ago and was leaning against the head of the bed looking at her. Under the warm light of the desk lamp, those beautiful eyes are more tender.
"Well, I think you slept so well that I didn't have the heart to wake you up." He chuckled and rubbed her long, messy hair.
"Ah! Why don't you call me!" Luo Cranberry pinched his thigh hard, and then found that Ke Jingheng hadn't put on his clothes yet. He still looked like a red fruit!
She opened the quilt and found herself the same!
"Don't you get dressed quickly! You're ready to go downstairs for dinner!" Luo urged with a red face, wrapping himself in a quilt.
"It's ten o'clock. Where else can I eat?" Ke Jingheng didn't want to wear clothes at all. He directly took the quilt and continued to hold her in his arms. "If you're really hungry, you can eat me. That's why I haven't been wearing clothes. Anyway, I still have to take off..."
"What logic is this!" Luo Xiaomei buried his head in his chest, "who wants to eat you! It's not delicious at all!"
"What?" Ke Jingheng raised his eyebrows very displeased. "Do you think I didn't perform well enough last night? I didn't let you have fun?"
Luo xiaoberry's eyelids couldn't help jumping up and waved: "no, no, no, it's fun, it's so fun!"
"Oh? Since you like it so much, let's do it again!" Ke Jingheng threw her down and Luo Xiaomei fought hard.
"No, I'm so sour..." she lowered her head coyly and wanted to say no.
The two made a mess in bed. Finally, they quietly hugged each other and looked at the moonlight outside the window.
"Ke Jingheng..." Luo Xiaomei thought for a while and finally asked, "why haven't I seen you touch the camera since I woke up?"
That night, after looking at those photos, she suddenly found that... He hadn't touched the camera for a long time. He used to take it with him wherever he went.
Ke Jingheng's mood suddenly fell down and sighed: "since your accident, I... Have never touched the camera again."
After coming back from the snow mountain, looking at her sleeping every day, his heart was like being cut by a knife and pricked by a needle. He blames himself every day. If he hadn't wanted to escape, if he hadn't taken pictures of the snow mountain with his camera on his back, she wouldn't have had an accident.
He dared not touch the camera again. Every time he picked up the camera, his hands could not help shaking. In the end, he didn't even dare to look again. Every time he saw the camera, he would think of their last farewell in the cave that day.
Looking at the flickering tears at the bottom of his eyes, Luo Xiaomei suddenly raised his body and looked at him very seriously: "Ke Jingheng, do you know how I think of the past? That night, I accidentally turned to the photos you took for me..."
Ke Jingheng was stunned and his body trembled suddenly.
Then he heard her say, "Ke Jingheng, can you continue to pick up the camera? Just for me."
Because she felt that he was really gifted in this field and didn't want his talent to be buried.
"OK." Ke Jingheng gently closed his eyes and felt her temperature.
"I'm looking forward to my husband's personal photography exhibition!"
"What did you just call me?"
"Forget it if you don't hear it, hum!"