While sleeping, Ye Qingliu's body seemed to instinctively sense this sudden warmth wrapped in a familiar scent.
He moved very slightly, unconsciously.
It wasn't a shock that woke me up, but a gentle rub that was almost dependent and seeking comfort.
His slightly tilted head rubbed against the soft cushion of the chair very lightly and slowly, like a baby bird looking for a warm nest.
The few strands of black hair hanging down in front of the forehead gently swept across the smooth forehead with this subtle movement.
The fingertips on the armrest curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to grasp something.
The action was so tiny that it was almost imperceptible, but it carried with it an unguarded, almost coquettish sense of dependence.
Sun Guixiang's heart was instantly filled with a huge, sour emotion.
She watched the boy unconsciously rubbing towards the source of warmth in his sleep, and saw him wrapped tightly in a coat, with only his delicate chin and soft lips exposed. An unprecedented strong desire to protect and a feeling of pity surged out of her.
Her skinny hand, almost completely uncontrollably, was gently and tentatively raised with a pure and surging love coming from the deepest part of her heart.
Her movements were slow, with a reverence and caution that was almost pilgrimage-like.
The rough but warm fingertips, with the weathered texture unique to an old man, gently touched the smooth and slightly cool skin on Ye Qingliu's cheek near his chin, as if a feather brushed against a flower petal.
The touch is delicate and warm, just like the finest warm jade.
This time, it was no longer an unintentional collision in a panic, nor was it a routine wipe of a child by an elder.
It was a clear, gentle pinch filled with infinite tenderness and love.
The force of her fingertips was extremely light, just symbolically, with a kind of intimacy that confirmed her existence, she pinched his slightly cold cheek very briefly and almost affectionately.
Time seemed to freeze again at this moment.
Just as Sun Guixiang's fingertips left that piece of skin——
Ye Qingliu's tightly closed eyelashes trembled very slightly like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Then, the pair of long eyelashes, as thick as crow feathers, slowly opened with a sense of confusion and heaviness of just waking up.
Gray-blue eyes appeared behind the lenses.
However, that look was no longer the clear and calm one that Sun Guixiang was familiar with, like a cold star in a deep pool.
It was a kind of confusion... I had never experienced before.
Like a glacier shrouded in thick fog that never dissipates all year round, it is pierced by a faint ray of sunlight one unexpected morning, revealing the misty and hazy background that has never been shown to anyone.
His eyes were unfocused, scattering across a single point in the void. His gray-blue pupils were slightly dilated, clearly reflecting the soft light from the ward ceiling, yet he seemed unable to comprehend its meaning.
Her thin lips, which were usually slightly pursed with a hint of alienation, now opened slightly, and her lip color appeared a little redder than usual, with a kind of defenseless softness.
He maintained that slightly tilted head posture, leaning back in his chair, tightly wrapped in his own black coat.
He didn't seem to fully realize where he was or what was happening.
The usual sense of clarity and detachment that controlled everything disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pure confusion almost like a child waking up and... an unguarded softness.
He even unconsciously and very slightly tilted his head towards the direction where his cheek had been touched and still felt a little warm.
The action carried a vague sense of exploration, as if searching for the source of the warmth just now.
Sun Guixiang's heart was instantly filled with a huge, sour pity. She looked at Ye Qingliu's completely unfamiliar, ignorant and soft appearance, as if she was seeing a newborn animal.
The boyish feeling that was usually wrapped in a cold shell was released without reservation at this moment, so cute that it made her heart tremble.
A huge amount of love overwhelmed all her concerns. Looking at the boy's adorable, bewildered look, as if he was searching for something, Sun Guixiang, almost as if possessed by a spirit, reached out her hand again with a gentler force.
This time, her goal was clearer.
The skinny but warm fingers, with the slightly rough texture unique to an old man, gently but with unquestionable intimacy, directly pinched Ye Qingliu's slightly cool cheek, which had the soft curve of a person just waking up.
He applied a little pressure with his fingertips and gently pinched the delicate and smooth skin with the doting attitude of an elder teasing his grandson.
"Awake?" Sun Guixiang's voice was filled with a thick smile and undisguised kindness, her cloudy eyes curved into crescents. "Look at how dazed you are, haven't you woken up yet?"
This time the touch was clearer, more direct, and more intimate than before!
The warmth and slight squeezing sensation at the fingertips, like a signal carrying a micro-electric current, instantly penetrated the hazy barrier of Ye Qingliu's newly awakened body.
His gray-blue eyes, like a deep pool into which a stone was thrown, suddenly shook, and his dilated pupils suddenly contracted.
The confused mist seemed to be dispelled by strong light and was instantly replaced by an extremely clear emotion called surprise.
He seemed to be completely awakened by this sudden and extremely unfamiliar intimate touch.
His gray-blue eyes focused instantly, with an almost shocked clarity, and looked straight and unblinking at Sun Guixiang, who was nearby and pinching his cheek with a loving smile on her face.
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