Outside the window, the sky was full of stars, and all around was empty darkness, like an endless abyss. Only a warm light was lit in the carriage, vaguely outlining her beautiful profile.

Song Hengjue squinted his hazy peach blossom eyes, exuding a lazy aura as if he had just woken up.

Yang Qingheng noticed the head on her shoulder move, so she casually put down the documents and gently pressed her warm fingertips against his slightly cool cheek, asking softly, "You're awake now. Does your head still hurt?"

So gentle?

Song Hengjue subconsciously covered the side of his face where she had just touched him; the warmth of her fingertips still lingered there. He belatedly shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"Let's go back for dinner then." Yang Qingheng rubbed her numb shoulders, pushed open the car door, and got out of the car.

Is he dreaming?

Song Hengjue followed closely behind, standing in the living room for a long time without figuring out Yang Qingheng's sudden change in attitude. Feeling uneasy, he secretly pinched the outside of his thigh and couldn't help but gasp.

pain!

"What are you standing there for? Come and eat," Yang Qingheng said, setting out the bowls and chopsticks and beckoning to him. "Auntie told me she had something to do at home today and went back at five o'clock. I heated up the dishes from this afternoon, so please make do with this."

She was also unsure whether Song Hengjue would feel nauseous after hitting his head, as he had no appetite for several days after the previous car accident.

Song Hengjue had endured all kinds of hardship, so of course he didn't mind. But looking into her concerned eyes, his gaze flickered slightly, and he tentatively asked, "Can I have some egg noodles?"

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

Torture Yang Qingheng was simply courting death. He had already braced himself for the insults to come, but unexpectedly, a pair of warm hands pressed against his forehead: "Disgusting. You want something light, right? Wait here."

Song Hengjue listened to the sound of running water in the kitchen, took a deep sniff, grinned, and touched his forehead. It smelled so good.

After finishing his meal, Song Hengjue stood up on his own initiative. Before his hand could even touch the bowl, Yang Qingheng snatched it away, saying, "Alright, this is none of your business. Go wash up and rest."

"Oh, and don't get water on your forehead," Yang Qingheng poked her head out and reminded him from behind.

Song Hengjue was flattered and hurriedly dried himself off. Looking at the two large bumps on his forehead in the mirror, he wondered if he had gone mad, or if Yang Qingheng had gone mad.

"Song Hengjue, are you done yet?" Yang Qingheng frowned and shouted loudly after not hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom for a long time.

Did he faint inside? You know what, it's quite possible he hit his head.

She jumped up from the bed, and fortunately, the next second Song Hengjue opened the door wearing a bathrobe.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief and lifted a corner of the blanket: "Come and sleep."

Is there really such a good thing?

Song Hengjue's eyes lit up. He threw away the towel, rushed into the quilt, and looked at her expectantly. His throat was itchy, and his dark eyes seemed to glance at her collarbone.

Should I start biting her from here or from her neck? It's been so long since I've kissed her face. I'll smear her face first, and if I don't get slapped, I'll bite her lips a couple of times.

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple bobbed, and his handsome face slowly magnified in front of Yang Qingheng.

"You've gotten used to sleeping in my arms, haven't you? You've spoiled me," Yang Qingheng chuckled, raising a hand to rest on his waist. "Come on."

What's the point of sleeping? His beloved is lying right next to him. Letting him sleep is worse than killing him.

Song Hengjue was not about to give up. He pounced on her and rolled into her arms, biting her slightly parted petal-like lips, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Yang Qingheng instinctively protected her lower abdomen, pursed her lips in displeasure, and pushed him away forcefully against his chest, saying strangely, "What's wrong with you today? You're acting strange."