闪电算

Ye Xingguang suddenly blurted out, “Look at Xiao Yun.”

Ye Junqing laughed, “Why should I look at him? I’m not the one infatuated with him.”

Xiao Yun decisively shifted his gaze out the window, pretending not to hear their conversation.

Ye Xingguang wanted to say, I’m not the one you’re infatuated with either, but she didn’t. Instead, she slapped away the man’s mischievous hand, “Why do you always pinch my earlobe? How am I supposed to sleep?”

Ye Junqing suppressed his ticklish hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, “Do you like the gift I gave you?”

“Huh? The earrings? I meant to ask you about that. Why did you give me a gift?”

“It’s a Qixi Festival gift.”

Ye Xingguang paused, so it was a Qixi Festival gift. She couldn’t suppress the upward curve of her lips, “You’re giving me the Qixi gift so early. Isn’t it supposed to be given on the day? Today is the Qixi Festival.”

Ye Junqing lowered his head, “Do you like it?”

Ye Xingguang modestly said, “It’s okay, not too bad.”

The moment she finished speaking, the man suddenly reached out to remove her beautiful pink earrings. She raised her hand to stop him, “What are you doing?”

“Take them off, I’m going to buy you a new pair that’s even better, that you’ll be very satisfied with. Throw these away.” His voice didn’t sound like he was joking.

“No!”

Ye Xingguang immediately protected her ears, “I do like them! If I didn’t, why would I wear them?”

After finishing, she yawned, “I’m really tired. Find a hotel nearby, the closer to the hospital, the better. I need to go back to the hospital to take care of my dad after I wake up. Oh, I only took a three-day leave for this trip to T city. Can you help me extend it? I want to stay and take care of my dad. He definitely can’t be discharged in ten days or half a month.”

“Granted.” Ye Junqing uttered two words.

Then, he gently covered her eyes with his large palm, and said two more words: “Sleep.”

When the car stopped at the hotel entrance, Ye Xingguang had already fallen asleep on his lap. Xiao Yun opened the car door for them, and Ye Junqing wrapped one arm around her waist and carried her out of the car.

His movements were very gentle, afraid to wake her up again. She was too tired and needed to have a good sleep.

On the way back to the ward, Ye Xingguang actually woke up, but she was reluctant to open her eyes. The scent of his body lingered in her breath, silently providing a deeply comforting sense of security.

When the man put her on the bed in the guest room, the scent that was uniquely his faded away, making her feel less comfortable than when she was in his arms. She felt a strange sense of loss, then fell back to sleep.

On Qixi night, the streets exuded a romantic atmosphere.

Ye Junqing sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, processing piles of documents on his laptop. Sometimes, when tired, he lifted his eyes to look down at the people immersed in the festival atmosphere down below the hotel, refreshing his mind, then looking at the girl whose half face was buried in the pillow.

Even though they couldn’t go out and enjoy the night of Qixi, honestly, he found this way of spending Qixi together to be quite romantic.

It was plain and simple, but truly enjoyable.

The only regret was that the young man Tang Zhou had deleted the selfie that she posted. Otherwise, they would have been the ultimate couple goals on this Qixi Festival!