This is a very dark space, and all the curtains are tightly drawn, except for the one in front of Liu Ge. The closed part of the curtains was slightly opened, allowing dazzling sunlight to enter.
As it passed through the room, the ray of sunlight gradually widened and hit the bed, just covering Liu Ge's snow-white arms. The bluish-purple traces on it are clearly exposed.
Recalling what happened yesterday, Liu Ge's mind went blank.
The thick gray curtains are covered with silver vine patterns, with branches and leaves intertwining with each other. Just like this relationship, it is suffocating.
"Xiao Ge." I don't know when a man sat on the edge of the bed. The black woolen bathrobe is tied loosely, the wide open neckline reveals the well-proportioned muscles, and the snow-white skin is smooth and delicate.
"Little song, little song, little song..." The man murmured, stretched out his hand and put it on Liu Ge's shoulder, caressing it gently, as if he was carefully wiping a piece of fine white jade.
After a long time, the slender fingers stopped and said, "Xiao Ge..."
Then a long sigh.
"Stay with me, okay?"