Whose na is he calling?
Dong Xin Yan was montarily stunned, then a glimr flashed quickly in her eyes. Now that Gu Ningyi was drunk, and they say a drunken man’s words are the sober man’s thoughts, the na he unconsciously murmured must be the person in his heart at this mont, right?
Could it be that Xin Ruo, or... her?
Dong Xin Yan unconsciously tightened her grip on the towel, quickened her pace, and walked towards the bedside.
Gu Ningyi’s thin lips moved, slightly opening and closing, and a low, hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat. Dong Xin Yan stood there listening for a while, unable to make out what he was saying. She bent down involuntarily, her face slowly drawing closer, then turned her ear towards him.
Now that she was so close, Dong Xin Yan could finally make out what he was saying; he was repeating the word ’Xin’.
As expected, she wasn’t surprised... But, Xin who?
Xin Ruo or Xin Yan?
Dong Xin Yan held her breath and focused, continuing to listen to his slow murmuring. Unfortunately, he only kept repeating ’Xin’ over and over, leaving her hanging in suspense without giving her any relief.
As he continued to mumble, his voice grew softer and softer until his thin lips closed completely, and he fell silent.
Dong Xin Yan raised her eyes, black orbs landing on his handso face. He had actually fallen asleep just like that, with long lashes covering down, and although his brow was still slightly furrowed, his breathing had cald.
Imdiately, Dong Xin Yan felt as if a herd of galloping chaos-llamas were rushing through her mind... During this ti, he had been stirring turmoil in her heart, leaving her restless every day, and now he left his words unfinished, leaving her suspended in midair, wondering whether in the next second she would be saved or plunge into an abyss.
Already feeling uncomfortable, things were now even more unsettled. Dong Xin Yan, bottling up her frustration for so many days, found it impossible to contain any longer—sothing seed to surge fiercely inside her, desperate to burst forth.
Dong Xin Yan gripped tightly with both hands, then she flung the towel toward the bedside table, grabbing Gu Ningyi’s clothes with both hands, and spoke fiercely, "Gu Ningyi, do you enjoy keeping hanging on like this every day? Is it fun to keep putting people in such a restless state day after day? Do you enjoy watching suffer between hope and despair every day? Get up, finish your words for —was it Xin Ruo or Xin Yan? Give an answer, answer !"
Dong Xin Yan yanked hard on Gu Ningyi, who was already asleep, waking him with her shouts. He grumbled discontentedly, raising his hand unconsciously to pull her hands away, trying to push her off.
Dong Xin Yan, already fuming, was further infuriated by his actions. Push her away, push her away, he’s always pushing her away—if he had the nerve to push her away, he should have the nerve to speak clearly!
Not only did Dong Xin Yan refuse to let go, but her grip on his clothes tightened. Her dark eyes were wide and round, and she gritted her teeth, "Get up! You’re not allowed to sleep! I can’t sleep well every night, and you just lie there so comfortably—do you even know how I’ve endured these past four months? Get up! Hurry up and get up!"
With Dong Xin Yan’s movents growing more intense, Gu Ningyi found himself unable to sleep properly, yet he couldn’t fend off this disturbance. Suddenly, as though he had lost all patience, he grasped Dong Xin Yan’s wrist and pulled hard!
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