Chapter 87 In The Hospital (3)

  Her head was resting on her arm, and Shu Zimo suddenly thought of a question. Her grades were so good that her brain must have been full of things. Such a heavy head was pressing down on her slender arm, and he really worried that the poor arm would be crushed. This foolish woman, who read books so well, didn't know how to take care of herself, thin as a skeleton. He remembered the time in junior high school when they were both punished to squat together and she fainted. At that time, he carried her to the infirmary, his heart burning with anxiety, feeling... very much like... very much like he was extremely afraid of losing her. Her body was very light, and carrying her didn't feel heavy at all, so soft and fluffy. She didn't make a sound, very quiet, just like now, except that at the time her lips were pale white, but now they were rosy red.

  As he thought about it, he seemed to touch the softness at the bottom of his heart, and a warm feeling came over him.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, and he didn't know which window hadn't been closed. He got up to close it, thought for a moment, went out to borrow a quilt from the nurse, and covered her with it. The hospital quilts were not thick, and they were not much different from the wool blankets at home. Qiao Anyu slept too soundly and was completely unaware of this.

  It was the first time he had seen her so quiet. The usual her was fierce and intimidating: with her hands on her hips, scolding him while pointing at his nose, looking down on him from a high place, baring her teeth and claws, she was completely different from the sweetly sleeping girl in front of him now. When Shu Zimo approached her with the quilt, he heard her even breathing, and for some reason, his heart skipped a beat, staring at her rosy lips, an evil thought arose.

  He slowly leaned down, wanting to get close to her tempting lips. Closer, closer, even closer...

  Shu Zimo couldn't help but indulge in it, as if he was about to taste the most delicious dessert. He gently closed his eyes, just about to savor this stolen kiss when she let out a "heh" of laughter, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world in her dreams, scaring Shu Zimo so much that his soul left his body and he retreated several feet back. Had he been discovered?

  He was so scared that he didn't dare to move, his heart was in his throat, and all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat. When the ward fell silent again, looking at Qiao Anyu lying motionless, he confirmed that she had just had a very funny dream, and only then did he dare to carefully return to bed.

  A stolen kiss was foiled.

  I thought I had startled a snake, but it was just a false alarm. What beautiful dream is she having? There must be Yu Zhe in her dreams, otherwise she wouldn't smile so naturally and happily.

  A strange and bitter feeling rose up in his heart.

  Shu Zimo suddenly found himself very amusing, was he jealous of this little girl? What happened at night? First, he closed the window and covered her with a quilt, then he wanted to sneak a kiss, and finally, he got jealous. How could he possibly be interested in a mother tiger? He still wants to live for a few more years.

  What she said is right, I must have been suffering from cerebral hypoxia and lost my sanity to want to get close to her. Or maybe the hormone secretion in my body was too much. After a good night's sleep, I'll be back to normal tomorrow.

  So Shu Mo consoled himself to sleep, the more he consoled, the more he couldn't sleep, the more he wanted to open his eyes and take a few more glances at the woman beside him. It seemed that Qiao An Yu had two souls hidden within her - one was familiar and detestable, appearing in the daytime; the other was likable, only appearing when sleeping at night, disappearing without a trace after sunrise, as if it had never appeared before. And he had to cherish every moment of being alone with this soul he liked.

  She fell asleep so quietly, he lay on his side watching her, his heart softening to the point of melting into water, a warm smile spreading from the corners of his mouth.

  Get rid of its hormones.

  Shu Zimo was sleepless for the whole night, during which Qiao Anyu's quilt fell off her body several times. He got out of bed to pick it up and cover her again.

  When the first ray of sunlight shone in, Shu Zimo knew that Qiao Anyu's body had awakened the demon that tormented him.