C16 Sleep Together

When Mu Nanyan heard the footsteps outside the door again, her mouth curved into a smile.

The footsteps stopped at the door. After about five seconds, the doorknob clicked and didn't open. Qiao Qianchu put her hand on the doorknob, hesitating, not knowing what to say.

Was tonight really like that? she thought.

"Crack." Her hand fell on the doorknob, startling Qiao Qianchu. She didn't touch the doorknob, she just held it loosely.

As he raised his head, Mu Nanyan's smiling face was revealed through the crack of the door. The smile was thicker and more playful than it had ever been.

His facial features were still exquisite, but the soft light was still enveloping him. The coldness and solemnity had also disappeared. Adding to that, his discordant cartoon pajamas made him look like a high school student walking out of a comic book.

"You haven't slept yet." Qiao Qianchu couldn't help but furrow her brows as she raised her head to look at him.

Mu Nanyan raised her hand and lightly touched her forehead. She tidied up her hair and smiled. "I'll wait for you to sleep with me."

He stepped away from her and looked down at her.

Qiao Qianchu's eyes were suddenly pierced by the light. She instinctively narrowed her eyes. She lowered her head and walked in.

There were already some messy marks on the bed. It seemed that Mu Nanyan was used to sleeping on the left side. There was a half-read book on the headboard, lying upside down on the pillow.

"Where do you sleep?" Mu Nanyan closed the door and walked over.

"To the right." "No," she replied.

He usually slept on the right side of the bed, so he felt more secure.

"I took the cartoons on your bookshelf. They're pretty interesting." Mu Nanyan suggested.

He thought he would see some philosophy of life, biographies of celebrities, and literary novels on the bookshelves. He didn't expect them to be comic books with a sense of humor and a strange style, which was too different from Qiao Qianchu's appearance.

Qiao Qianchu smiled but didn't reply.

Mu Nanyan rubbed her temples and put the book aside. "Turn off the lights."

Her heart tightened slightly.

The lamp's switch was mounted on the right wall, in keeping with her habit of sleeping.

She leaned forward and turned off the light, her breathing somewhat hurried.

Mu Nanyan covered herself with the blanket and lay down facing her. "Sleep, nothing will happen tonight."

Qiao Qianchu went silent, but her heart was suddenly moved. Hesitation and hesitation from before had always been meaningless, and he had long since thought of this. It had also given her nervousness and nervousness a way out.

"Your surname is Qiao, your mother is also surnamed Qiao, why didn't you tell your father your surname?" Mu Nanyan suddenly spoke, her breath almost reaching her face when she spoke.

Then your surname is Mu, your sister's surname is Xie, why? she thought.

She was almost suffocated by the faint fragrance, and she stealthily adjusted her breathing: "I don't know. That's the name you start out with. Dad died before I was born. "

"Have you got a cold?" Mu Nanyan's voice, mixed with a smile, sounded out.

Qiao Qianchu's anger was rising. She was panting slightly from nervousness, and her voice sounded a little like someone sniffing when she had a cold. Mu Nanyan must have done it on purpose, was teasing her this happily?

"Right, it was so cold outside just now." She didn't refute him and retreated along with the current.

Mu Nanyan was stunned for a moment before she suddenly sat up. Qiao Qianchu then felt a weight on her leg, causing her to fall back down.

"I added some clothes for you," Mu Nanyan said. "You said your feet were afraid of the cold."

Qiao Qianchu withdrew her leg and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Immediately after, the two fell into silence. They didn't talk about any topic as they cleared up the awkward and ambiguous atmosphere.

Mu Nanyan suddenly said, "Come over tomorrow."

"... "Huh?" She gave a start. "I haven't been with my mother yet …"

"Let me say it." He smiled.

"Hmm …" Qiao Qianchu replied.

"Go to sleep." He reached over and rubbed her forehead with satisfaction.

Seeing that Qiao Qianchu didn't react, Mu Nanyan's voice sounded deep and profound. She leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong? "You don't want to sleep?"

"Yes, very much." Qiao Qianchu immediately said.

He laughed. "Good night."