“Dummy, come to bed with me.
The old man paid a lot of money for my good luck charm.
How am I supposed to get lucky if you don’t lie next to me?”
Upon hearing the phrase ‘good luck charm’, Su Ningyan frowned and resignedly lay down next to him.
His bed was huge, and the space Su Ningyan occupied was small.
So small that when Zhuo Junyue reached out, he couldn’t touch her.
His voice cold and annoyed: “Did you not hear me?
Lie down next to me!
Su Jingyu, don’t make me repeat myself, remember it the first time!”
Su Ningyan was still a bit scared, so she quickly moved over, leaning by his side.
Zhuo Junyue felt her tiny body pressed against his.
The anger he was about to burst was suddenly deflated like a pierced balloon.
He reached out and touched her head, took a deep breath, a faint scent.
He casually held her into his arms.
Su Ningyan in his embrace felt a little heated and couldn’t help but shift a bit.
Su Ningyan frowned, struggled from his arm.
“I can’t use your arm as a pillow, it will affect your blood circulation.
Can I just sleep next to you?”
Hearing her explanation, Zhuo Junyue was finally satisfied, and then pridefully humphed in confirmation.
Originally, Su Ningyan thought that she would not be able to sleep tonight out of fear of Zhuo Junyue.
But to her surprise, she fell asleep very soon.
Even she herself did not expect to fall asleep so quickly lying next to Zhuo Junyue.
Zhuo Junyue quickly heard her steady breathing, knowing that she had fallen asleep.
This reckless girl, sleeping so soundly.
He touched her little hand then held it in his palm.
In the middle of the night, somehow the two became intertwined.
Her scrawny leg was draped over Junyue’s unaffected leg, while he held her waist, the two like husband and wife.
Su Ningyan’s head was resting just at his chest, and if she concentrated, she could even hear his heartbeat.
Her face reddened slightly, and she carefully tried to move his hand from her waist.
Just as she tried to move his hand, Zhuo Junyue woke up.
Since his car accident, his sleep had always been light.
“Where are you trying to run?” His slightly hoarse voice sounded slowly in her ear.
Following that, Su Ningyan was held even tighter by him.
Su Ningyan was anxious, struggled for a bit, “Can you not hold me so tightly?”
“No, you’re not qualified to make demands!” Zhuo Junyue decisively refused, this kind of request is simply excessive.
When Su Ningyan heard his words, she felt like crying.
She could barely hold it in.
She pursed her lips, tugged at his hand.
“I…
I need to pee…”
Zhuo Junyue couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Reminded by her, he felt the urge too.
“Great, I need to go too, help me up.”
Su Ningyan quickly got up, knowing that he was now blind and bad-tempered, and quickly held his hand.
“Wait a moment, I’ll bring the wheelchair over.”
Su Ningyan saw that his leg was still in a cast, and on top of that he was at least one meter and eighty-five tall.
She was afraid she couldn’t support him with her small body.
“No need, just help me.” Actually, Zhuo Junyue extremely despised sitting in the wheelchair, feeling like he had become completely disabled.
“Then take it slow.
Walk slowly.” Su Ningyan held his hand on her shoulder, helping Zhuo Junyue to walk slowly.
That short little route took five full minutes before Zhuo Junyue finally shuffled his way to the toilet.
Su Ningyan let out a sigh of relief.
“Okay, you can go freely now.
I won’t look at you.”
“Are you shy?” Zhuo Junyue joked as he undid his pants.