Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Coming back to his senses, he felt her body temperature rising, and he relaxed her a little. Then he carefully looked at the person so close to him. It was the first time he looked at her so closely and without any scruples. Her breathing was so calm, and he held her in his arms and recalled the touch of her skin under the same jacket. Her petite body was not skinny, but soft.

His heart rate was soaring. In the quiet night, his heartbeat vibrated through his clothes, and this vibration formed ripples wildly, hitting his eardrums. The heartbeat seemed to be presented in a concrete form.

He even had some thoughts. Something should happen. If nothing happened last time when they were almost "honest with each other", or if something really happened but they didn't remember it, then shouldn't something happen now? This time, both of them were sober. If they did something, everyone should admit it. Let's make it a done deal, leaving neither of them room to escape or regret. But if she really did that, in this state, could she have a good experience? He began to regret that he was sick and injured.

He secretly stepped back a little, giving him more space so that he could bend down and see her better.

Her sleeping face was not stunningly beautiful, nor was it stunningly stunning, but it was so real and so peaceful. Her breathing was still light, and she slept peacefully. It was quiet and beautiful, that's what it meant. It should be "viewed from a distance but not touched", and even looking at it up close should be a luxury, so how could you expect anything else. This cleanliness and aura made Mi Bei consciously put away all the dirty thoughts.

He just looked at her. He looked and smiled, smiled and looked again. He felt that he was being very presumptuous, but he also enjoyed this presumption. He approached her again, resting his chin on the top of her head, pretending that nothing had happened. He didn't have any random thoughts, and didn't peek at her.

I closed my eyes, followed the rhythm of her breathing, and soon fell asleep, sleeping soundly and deeply.

At five in the morning, Zhuge Qinuo felt like he had fallen into a cloud in his dream, and was softly wrapped, but filled with water vapor. In a daze, he regained consciousness, but could not open his eyes. His body and hands were indeed wet.

"Well, Mibei's fever must have gone down," she thought.

Wait, it’s wet, so…

She suddenly opened her eyes and realized her sleeping position - with her arms around her legs and a handsome boy between them.

"Oh my god, this posture is so ungraceful. I don't usually do this. This is really embarrassing."

Compared with the handsome boy's peaceful sleeping face, Zhuge Qinuo wanted to rewind everything. If she could sleep with him again, she would not hesitate. No, she would not fall asleep, and would maintain a dignified sleeping posture. No, why should she sleep with him? Living in the same room and sleeping on the same bed?

NO NO NO!

Absolutely not.

In order to maintain her image, she used what she thought was an imperceptible movement to slowly move away from Mi Bei, turning around slowly and slowly, and slowly and slowly lifting the quilt.

The coolness of dawn enveloped her the moment she left his arms and quilt.

But the first thing she thought of was not to solve the cold, but to take a napkin to help Mi Bei wipe the sweat.

Her movements were very gentle and slow, from face to neck, collarbone to shoulders. She wanted to go down, but she had to lift the quilt. Thinking of the way she had just hugged him, she felt something was wrong and stopped.

I turned around and found a clean T-shirt in Mi Bei's closet, then poured a glass of water and placed it on his bedside. But I felt it was inappropriate, afraid that he would get cold water when he got up, so I simply offered my thermos cup to him.

She poured him some warm water, fearing that he would have a recurring fever. She also placed antipyretic medicine on the side, fearing that he would not be able to get up if something happened. She also placed his phone on the side, charging it, so that if anything happened, she could find him immediately. Finally, she took his temperature. After confirming that it was as she thought, that he was not having a high fever, she felt relieved.

After finishing everything, she put on Mibei's jacket and went out.

If Han Xin hadn't had something to do at school, she would have wanted to stay with him, so when they got in the car, she still felt uneasy: "You've sweated a lot because of your fever. If you wake up, remember to drink some water and change your clothes before going to bed! Have a good rest, I'm leaving. I won't wake you up since you slept so well."

"If there is anything wrong or if you feel uncomfortable, tell me first."

"I'll be back when I'm done."

"By the way, since I'm your savior, I'll take the clothes without hesitation."

After sending these WeChat messages, Zhuge Qinuo stepped on the accelerator and left.

Mi Bei squinted his eyes and woke up suddenly without realizing it. His mind was still in the complicated memories of the dream, and he tried hard to distinguish whether this awakening was another dream or a return to reality.

The sound of WeChat ticking and the sound of the car starting were all very clear. The person who was sleeping next to me was gone, and the feeling of a void beside me and my heart was empty was so real.

This kind of emptiness would not make Mi Bei doubt whether she had slept beside him before. Because his feeling was more like the emptiness of having had it and then losing it.

Sitting up, he saw a pair of short-sleeved shirts neatly placed next to his pillow, and a cell phone, thermos cup, and medicine on the bedside table. He looked at the pink and white thermos cup and smiled.

Picking up the phone, the person who just sent him a series of WeChat messages should not be someone else. He got up and drank water and changed clothes obediently. He really felt much more refreshed. Looking around, he had never felt that the room was so empty. Mi Bei smiled palely. On the one hand, he was sure that he was really awake, and on the other hand, he was sure that Zhuge Qinuo was really gone.

He stood up and looked at the closet. Except for the clothes he had taken out, nothing else was touched. However, his beloved jacket that he didn't allow anyone to touch was worn by her. However, he didn't feel uncomfortable when others touched his clothes as before. It seemed that this leather jacket was meant for her to wear.

Zhuge Qinuo went home, took a shower, changed clothes, and got up just in time for the children. She sent them to school and participated in the parent volunteer activities on time. After doing all these and settling the children, she immediately called Mi Bei. She called several times, but no one answered. She was a little panicked: "Is he fainted?"

I sent him a WeChat message, but the reply I got was that he had already gone to work. His injuries were all on his body, and there were no other disfiguring injuries on his face except for the mouth. If he really wanted to find a job, it was not impossible for him to do it.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Can your body handle it?"

Mibei: “It’s not a big problem.”

Zhuge Qinuo: "Be more idle."

Mibei: "I will. Thank you for yesterday."

Zhuge Qinuo: "You're welcome. Go ahead and get busy!"

There is no need to say more. If Mi Bei herself feels that there is no problem, she will not be the one who stops him from working hard to make progress. Everyone has to work hard in their life, and everyone has to make different contributions in different places. It is a true truth that no one can succeed easily.