Wenmo didn't know how to describe the current situation. He took the girl out for a walk in the middle of the night, and then made her cry and make a fuss. In the end, she fell asleep while singing.
I even sang along and cheered them on from the sidelines.
Fortunately, the result was good. She believed that after tonight, Xia Lian had the courage to look up and move forward.
"Really asleep?" Wen Mo reached out and poked her cheek with some curiosity. The touch of collagen made him happy. It was quite fun.
However, a little worried about waking her up, Wen Mo stopped. His lap felt heavy, and Xia Lian not only rested her head on his lap, but half of her body was already on his lap.
Besides being unable to move, I also felt a bit sore and numb.
If you flip back a couple of chapters, there seems to be a scene with a lap pillow, except that back then he was the one resting his head on Xia Lian's lap. I never expected that the one being lap-pillowed would feel like this.
I took my phone out of my pocket. The time on it had already ticked down to 11 p.m. Hmm... isn't that a bit too late?
So much has happened today that Wenmo is still a little overwhelmed, from beating up the blond guy to taking a midnight walk.
Wen Mo sighed, thinking that he should just ask for leave since they were both sick at the same time. He had to go to class tomorrow.
I'm just a little worried that Xia Lian might not be able to accept lying, since well-behaved children rarely do things like faking illness.
She was so sensible, so sensible that it broke your heart. In this world, the more sensible a person is, the more grievances they suffer, just like the girl who rested her head on her lap.
To put his mother's mind at ease, he remained silent despite being bullied for so long, pretending to be happy at school in front of her.
Suddenly, I realized that I had never seen Xia Lian smile, not even a perfunctory fake smile. Perhaps things at school were too terrible, and she never wanted to put on a smile again after that.
"When can I see you smile again?" Wen Mo said calmly, shaking his head as he looked at the sleeping girl in front of him.
She slept soundly, having cried herself to sleep, her hands resting on Wenmo's legs, clutching his pants, her eyelashes fluttering slightly with her breath.
"Alright, let's go home now."
Wen Mo muttered to himself, then helped the girl slowly to her feet.
Xia Lian's clothes were covered in dust, and her clean white T-shirt was stained with a few gray patches.
Supporting her waist, Wen Mo pondered how to take this girl back. After a moment of wild thoughts, Wen Mo's eyes lit up with confidence.
"Let's carry him in a princess carry."
After saying that, Wen Mo hugged her leg with one hand and her back with the other, gathered his strength, and slowly stood up, the veins on his hands bulging.
Oh my god, I'm so handsome.
Five seconds later.
"I'm sorry, I can't..."
He was panting, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He really hadn't expected carrying a girl in a princess carry to be so tiring. In novels and comics, the male protagonists always seemed to do it with ease, not to mention this girl wasn't heavy.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Mo decided to try a different approach; carrying Xia Lian back might not be a bad idea.
Hmm... let me see how far it is from home.
Open the map, click search, hmm hmm...
Great, I only need to carry her for two kilometers to get home.
Upon seeing this, Wenmo smiled.
"Let's take a taxi."
...
The house was quiet. Wenmo usually goes to bed early, and this was the first time he had stayed out until midnight like this, especially with a girl with him.
He helped Xia Lian to the sofa and tucked a pillow into her arms. As if sensing that she was home, she smacked her lips a few times and fell into a deeper sleep.
Wen Mo wiped the sweat from his face and took a walk along the riverbank at midnight in September. The cold wind made him shiver all over, especially after he had sweated.
I'm afraid that if I'm faking illness, it will turn into a real illness.
"Tsk, what should we do now..." Looking at the girl's dusty clothes, Wen Mo had a headache. He couldn't very well change her clothes himself.
After thinking about it, I decided against it. I can still sleep in it even if it's a little dirty. At worst, I can just wash the duvet cover tomorrow.
After resting for a while, Wen Mo stretched, picked up the girl, and carried her to her room with all his might, then gently put her down again.
After just a few steps, his arms were shaking with exhaustion. He sighed and wondered if he had become weak. Back in junior high school, he could do more than ten pull-ups at a time.
"Alright, goodnight." He bent down, observed the girl's expression one last time, then got up to go back to his room to sleep.
This was the first time in so many days that the two had slept in separate beds.
Since Xia Lian secretly climbed into Wen Mo's room last time, she has never left his bed.
Although she said it was okay to sleep with him occasionally, she actually came over every day, and would climb into his bed with her pillow as soon as it was time.
Later, he became too lazy to bring a pillow and simply put it on Wenmo's bed.
"It's rare for us to sleep separately," he murmured.
As I turned to walk away, I suddenly felt the hem of my clothes being tightly gripped from behind.
Wen Mo was taken aback and turned around to look.
Almost instantly, Xia Lian's small hand instinctively grabbed Wen Mo's clothes, and it seemed that even she herself didn't react.
Sleepwalking?
Without thinking too much, Wen Mo hesitated for a moment before slowly separating her fingers, but Xia Lian pressed harder and uttered a sleep-talking sentence from her cherry-like lips.
"Star……"
Wen Mo hesitated, gazing at her sleeping face, but ultimately couldn't bear to leave.
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