Chapter 1145 Give me some time
Usually in this situation, anyone who knows how to look at his face would know to shut up, but Nan Jiaojiao just stared at him for a while.
“Are you sad?”
Bo Yanqing’s face could not be seen clearly, and his breathing was slightly heavy.
After a pause, he responded in a low voice: "Yes."
His voice was too low, and the hand around her waist felt hot through her clothes.
Nan Jiaojiao turned sideways, rubbing her face against his shoulder, and could clearly hear his heartbeat.
Very normal frequency, always feels depressing.
"Then let me hug you and comfort you."
Nan Jiaojiao tried to sit up, but when she moved, the recliner shook a few times, and Bo Yanqing stood on tiptoes in time. She touched the ground and the shaking chair stopped. He squeezed her waist and said, "Don't move."
"Oh."
Nan Jiaojiao became honest and leaned back obediently.
"Then tell me, what are you thinking about?"
Bo Yanqing looked down at the person in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair.
He was unshaven, and the short and steep stubble rubbed Nan Jiaojiao a little bit, causing pain and itch.
She ducked away briefly, then leaned back.
Bo Yanqing obviously has something hidden in her heart, otherwise he would not notice her strangeness. Occasionally he would prick her with stubble, but every time Nan Jiaojiao pushed him away without shaving. He will never touch his beard.
Nan Jiaojiao was ready to hear a lot of what he had to say, but after waiting for a long time, he suddenly asked: "Are you hungry? Han Che bought snacks, do you want to go check them out?"
Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then raised her head, "I'm waiting for you to cry with me. You asked me if I'm hungry?"
Bo Yanqing raised his long eyebrows and pinched her His face said, "I'm so sad. I'm an adult. It's not like I can't handle things. I can't put the pressure on you. I can't do this kind of thing."
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "You really have nothing to say to me?" Bo Yanqing looked at her for a moment, "Not yet."
"Then what are you doing here? Well?”
“Didn’t I tell you? If I can’t sleep, I’ll come out to blow some air. I’ve taken out my cigarettes. Xu Shu has reminded me not to smoke recently. I have no choice but to go out here. Lost in thought, free up your mind."
Nan Jiaojiao stared at him carefully, as if she wanted to see something.
Bo Yanqing showed it to her. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes fell on her. She was all in the deep-set eye sockets, so gentle that he could squeeze water out of his eyes.
"Forget it."
Nan Jiaojiao leaned back on his arm, "Just wait until you want to say something. I won't leave."
"Yeah ." He responded softly, never letting her words fall to the last word.
“It’s not that I don’t want to say it, I haven’t thought about it yet, be good, give me some time.”
Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows moved, she wanted to look at him, but she held it back.
The tone of his voice made her pause for a moment, and somewhere in her heart was a nest. She circled his waist and put her right hand on his waist and abdomen. He lifted the blanket higher and covered it with her. her hands.
It was indeed quite cold on the balcony. After staying there for a while, Nan Jiaojiao felt goosebumps all over her body.
She didn't say anything, but she rubbed her body against him. Bo Yanqing patted her and said, "Go in and sleep. I can't hold you now, so you can go alone."
"Then you are still there. Are you sitting here? ”
"No, let's go in and sleep together."
Nan Jiaojiao was only willing to get up, stood beside him and pulled him, and brought the crutches over to support him. She subconsciously wanted to help him, and just raised her hands , Bo Yanqing glanced at her right hand, which was also wrapped in gauze.
She consciously put down her right hand and supported him with only her left hand.
(End of this chapter)