Chen Jing glanced at the sun high outside the window, hesitantly asking: ‘You just woke up not long ago, and now you want to sleep again?’
On such a good day, what’s the point of just sleeping!
Xu Cheng’an, however, felt aggrieved yet righteous: ‘You’re unwilling to marry me, and now you won’t even accompany me for an afternoon nap?’
‘I’m not unwilling to marry you, I just think it’s too soon,’ Chen Jing tried to explain, but the person in her arms suddenly trembled, as if choking on anger, frightening her into quickly changing her words: ‘Okay, okay, I won’t say anything. I’ll accompany you for a nap. I’ll do whatever you want.’
She deliberately tightened her arms, gently rubbing her cheek against his head, completely soothing him.”
Chen Jing internally sighed deeply, admiring her past self for the Nth time. Daring to love such a male lead, what courage!
Her comfort and indulgence were effective. Xu Cheng’an gradually calmed down, his complexion returning to normal, softly confirming: “You’ll really accompany me in everything?”
Chen Jing decisively nodded: “Really, I’ll be a dog if I’m lying.”
Xu Cheng’an closed his eyes contentedly, his lips slightly raised, sleeping peacefully.
In fact, he knew he wasn’t quite normal, but so what? As long as Shen Ran was willing to indulge him, he didn’t care about anything else.
From the initial secret love, wanting only to talk to her daily, to being her friend, to being her boyfriend, and now being unable to tolerate even a bit of her perfunctory attitude and coldness.
He admitted he was becoming increasingly greedy…
But so what?
He just loved Shen Ran, extremely, extremely, extremely much.
Chapter 6: Little Crybaby 6
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Because Shen Ran was holding him, Xu Cheng’an slept exceptionally well.
When he awoke, it was already late at night.
He moved, first reaching out to touch Shen Ran, and when his palm felt the already-cold other half of the bed, his heart sank.
“Ran Jie?”
No one answered.
Xu Cheng’an immediately got up, about to check other rooms, when he suddenly noticed a post-it note stuck on the bedside table—
