Guarding you in the fleeting years

  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.

  She actually felt nervous, carefully moving her feet, very slowly, probably because she was walking too slow, he couldn't help but look at her, put the computer aside, walked over and directly picked her up in a hug, Nian Zhiyan let out a cry, and was placed on the bed.

  Her heart was racing as if it was going to jump out, and she was so tense that she didn't know what to do. Lu Yiheng's gaze paused for a second on her hand grasping the bed sheet, then he took out the medicine from the drawer, lowered his head and applied it to her ankle.

  Nie Zhiyan's feet unconsciously drew back.

  "Don't move!" His commanding tone was unmistakable, and he gently pulled her feet into his lap with his right hand, while his left hand stroked the soles of her feet to keep her still.

  He was deeply affectionate and focused, his movements delicate and gentle, with just the right amount of force, making it incredibly comfortable.

  It's possible that she really realized their relationship was different now, Nie Zhiyan always felt that Lu Yiheng's fingers on her skin were going to burn her up, making her increasingly flustered.

  "Still hurts?" His voice was low and soft, like a warm breeze.

  Nie Zhiyan's gaze fell on his massaging hand, and he stammered, saying in a low voice: "......it doesn't hurt that much anymore."

  She was wearing loose pajamas, a very conservative style, covering her entire body from head to toe, Lu Yiheng knew what she was thinking, but her demure and obedient appearance... Lu Yiheng looked away, trying not to look at her.

  He put the medicine bottle on the bedside table and picked up the computer from the bed, saying to her: "You go to sleep first."

  "And you?"

  Lu Yiheng's hand grasped the door handle, and he replied without turning his head: "I have to attend to the next case."

  Nie Zhiyan fell asleep vaguely, but she didn't sleep soundly. Her mind was always turning over something, and she couldn't calm down at all. She woke up halfway through, looked at the time, and it was already midnight twelve o'clock.

  The light in the living room shines through the gap under the door, Lu Yiheng, hasn't slept yet?

  Nie Zhiyan couldn't describe her emotions, it was as if something was stuck in her throat, making her feel anxious. She suddenly didn't know what they were to each other anymore.

  She actually knew, when Lu Yiheng proposed to her, she sensed that he was not only anxious but also deeply tired and vulnerable. However, she might have been shocked or intimidated by his proposal, so she unconsciously ignored more than half of Lu Yiheng's abnormal behavior.

  Now that I think about it carefully, was their marriage really too hasty?

  But Nie Zhiyan loves you, and you are destined to marry him. Who else could it be besides him?

  Apart from Lu Yiheng, it can't be anyone else.

  The door creaked open, and the bed beside her sank down. Lu Yiheng was already lying next to her. A cold air rushed in, and she could clearly feel that his hands were cool, his feet were cool, and his face was also cool.

  The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. Lu Yiheng lay motionless beside her, as if afraid of waking her up.

  Nie Zhiyan wanted him to warm up a bit, and couldn't help but lean in closer to his side, as if it was an unconscious movement. Lu Yiheng's whole body stiffened.

  "Did I wake you up?" In the darkness, he lowered his voice, a questioning sentence that sounded more like a monologue.