Guarding you in the fleeting years

  The first day they got married...

  Why was she slightly disappointed, but still mostly happy?

  Yesterday evening, Nie Zhiyan didn't sleep well all night and fell asleep in the car again due to her habit of falling asleep on the way. Lu Yiheng carried her back to the bedroom, but she still didn't wake up.

  She took off her coat and socks, tucked in the quilt, Lu Yiheng sat silently on the bed, looking at her sleeping face, with a complex and inexplicable feeling in his heart.

  She must have been worried all night, with a faint dark blue at the corner of her eyes, and a pale complexion, looking tired.

  Her heart softened in an instant, Lu Yiheng kissed her lips and then quietly walked out.

  As for that man named Bai Yi, she didn't want to ask and didn't want to know what kind of relationship they had.

  Sneeringly smiled, Lu Yiheng, you also have times when you are afraid.

  You clearly know she likes you, but is afraid; her feelings for Bai Yi are not just liking, but loving.

  If it is, how would you behave if you forced her to get married?

  Nie Zhiyan woke up to find that outside was already a vast darkness, and the room had only a dim yellow desk lamp on. She looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, her mind a complete blank.

  Lu Yi Heng was not in the living room, Nie Zhi Yan pushed open the door to the next bedroom and indeed saw him sleeping soundly. His eyebrows didn't move, his expression unchanged as he slightly furrowed them, then slowly relaxed, and got out of bed with one foot, heading to the kitchen.

  Nie Zhiyan's cooking skills were no match for Lu Yiheng, but it was barely edible. She was starving, so she hastily cooked some rice, steamed some ribs and white radish, which were leftovers from her grocery shopping two days ago.

  The rich pork rib soup stirred up her appetite, and she couldn't help but scoop a spoonful to the edge of her lips to savor it. A black shadow jumped into the corner of her eye, and she turned around to see Lu Yiheng wearing pajamas, leaning lazily against the wall, looking at her with a hint of a smile on his mouth.

  Nie Zhen's words at that time were a conditioned reflex of only two words: sexy.

  Her face turned red unintentionally, and she stared at him in a daze. Lu Yiheng had already walked over and scooped up the thick soup that she hadn't even had time to taste into his own mouth.

  Ni Zhiyan's face turned even redder, and before she could use force to suppress her wildly beating heart, Lu Yiheng's lips had already pressed down on hers, hooking around the tip of her tongue and sweeping back and forth. In the end, his muffled laughter was transmitted over.

  "Is the soup delicious?"

  Miss Nie, with a negative EQ, felt a bit dizzy in her head and seemed to have not heard Lu Yiheng's question clearly. She subconsciously responded with an "uh-huh", which made the troublemaker beside her burst into laughter.

  It wasn't until half a day had passed that Nie Miss reacted and almost hit him with a spoon.

  This profiteer... Lu Yiheng.

  It was almost ten o'clock after dinner, Lu Yiheng cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, Nie Zhiyan bounced into the bathroom to take a bath. Perhaps she had been in the bathroom for too long, Lu Yiheng was a bit worried, knocked on the door and asked: "Zhiyan?"

  Nie Zhiyan's expression tensed up involuntarily, but the tension quickly dissipated. He responded with a "yes" and then heard Lu Yiheng's footsteps fading into the distance.

  Nie Zhiyan had just put on his pajamas and opened the bathroom door, with one foot still inside, when he heard his commanding tone, "Come over."

  He sat on the bed, his ten fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop, his short hair in front of his forehead swaying gently, and Nie Zhiyan felt his heart start racing again.