The water in the basin had overflowed, but Lu Yiwei, who was immersed in his fantasy, was unaware of it. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he hurriedly turned off the tap, picked up the basin, and fled back to Xia Jinhe's dormitory.
Lu Yiwei soaked the towel, wrung it dry, and gently wiped Xia Jinhe's forehead, using the physical cooling method to reduce her heat. When he saw a large red spot on Xia Jinhe's arm, he felt distressed and applied the towel over and over again until the mark faded.
After this process was completed, Lu Yiwei gently put the chair in front of the bed and fanned himself tirelessly. This was the first time that Lu Yiwei had observed Xia Jinhe at such a close distance. He saw that her body lines were beautiful, like a mermaid, which fascinated people. Lu Yiwei couldn't help but think of the classic poem describing women in "The Book of Songs", "Hands like soft silk, skin like cream, collar like a suede, teeth like a gourd, head like a moth's eyebrows. Smiling sweetly, beautiful eyes looking forward to … "
Xia Jinhe turned over, her lips opened and closed, and her throat swallowed hard. Seeing this, Lu Yiwei immediately picked up the cooled water from the desk next to him and put it into his mouth with a spoon. Lu Yiwei had never taken care of a person in such a meticulous way. Perhaps this was the spiritual collision of love and love.
When Lu Yiwei was about to get up to pour water, Xia Jinhe suddenly grabbed his arm and murmured, "Don't go, don't go …"
Lu Yiwei sat down again, stroking Xia Jinhe's hand and said, "I won't go, I'll stay here with you."
Xia Jinhe opened her eyes slightly and looked at the masculine and stylish Lu Yiwei through her hazy eyes. She suddenly sat up and hugged Lu Yiwei tightly like a frightened bird. She shivered and bit her lips, "Yiwei, promise me that you won't leave me in the future, okay?"
Lu Yiwei didn't know what Xia Jinhe had been wronged. He put his chin on his forehead and stroked his back with one hand, "Silly, how could I leave you? I'll never leave you in my life."
Xia Jinhe's tears turned into a smile. She raised her head and looked at Lu Yiwei. The hot air she exhaled from her nostrils hit Lu Yiwei's face. What she breathed in was the faint scent of tobacco and a man's unique scent. His broad shoulders were the most reliable support, and Xia Jinhe couldn't help but hug him even tighter …
"Jinhe, are you awake?" Lou Qingfeng's voice came first and then pushed the door. Seeing the scene in front of him, his face suddenly turned red. He quickly closed his eyes and ran out before he could close the door.
Seeing this, Xia Jinhe pushed Lu Yiwei away and hurriedly tidied up his clothes. She whispered, "Why didn't you lock the door?"
Lu Yiwei buttoned his shirt and said awkwardly, "I thought no one would come in …"
Looking at Lu Yiwei's embarrassed look, Xia Jinhe covered her mouth and laughed. She poked her forehead with her finger and said, "Hurry up and close the door."
Only then did Lu Yiwei get up and lock the door to prevent any accidents. He deliberately locked the door twice and then returned to the bed with relief.
After that, Xia Jinhe hugged Lu Yiwei from behind and said coquettishly like a little girl, "Honey, let's get married!"
Lu Yiwei stopped what he was doing and turned around to hold Xia Jinhe's shoulder. He said excitedly, "Okay, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
Xia Jinhe suddenly let go of Lu Yiwei and opened the drawer of the desk. She took out the household register and ID card and put them on the table. She said, "My things are all here. You can get the marriage certificate at any time."
Looking at Xia Jinhe's serious face, which didn't seem to be joking, Lu Yiwei took her hand and said, "Jinhe, have you really thought about it?"
Xia Jinhe's face suddenly changed. She asked, "Why? Do you regret it? "
"No, no, no!" Lu Yiwei quickly waved his hand and said, "How can I regret it? I'm too happy. Hearing you say this, I feel like I'm dreaming. I'm so excited. I'm thinking that I, Lu Yiwei, don't have a house or a position. How can I marry such a beautiful and kind wife like you? I'm afraid you'll feel wronged. "
Hearing Lu Yiwei's words, Xia Jinhe hugged Lu Yiwei tightly and said, "Yiwei, I said that I don't care about your past and your present. What I care about is your future and your sincerity. Although we've only known each other for half a year and haven't had many opportunities to see each other, you've occupied all of my heart and I can't extricate myself. This sense of security is something that other men can't give me. I don't need too many reasons to love someone. As long as there's one, it's enough. "
Lu Yiwei was moved and said, "Thank you. Thank you for trusting me so much. Here, I also promise you that I will let you live a good life in the future and create a harmonious and warm family for our future. " After that, he knelt on one knee and held Xia Jinhe's hand. He said, "Ms. Xia, the one kneeling in front of you is a poor boy. He can't give you more happiness for the time being, but the sincere heart in his chest can be seen by the heavens and the sun and the moon! Will you marry me? "
Xia Jinhe was moved by Lu Yiwei's statement. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She hugged Lu Yiwei's head and nodded. "I do!"
In such a simple environment, there were no flowers, no rings, and no one to witness them. Only their two hearts were beating and colliding. What was love? Love was not a promise. Love was not romance. It was just simple warmth. An everlasting story began in the summer. In the future, it would write the dribs and drabs of heart to heart, the sincerity of love …
After the confession, Lu Yiwei stood up and said, "You haven't seen my parents yet. If you think it's a good day, I'll take you to my home."
Xia Jinhe said happily, "Okay, I'm on vacation anyway. I'm free at any time, as long as you're free."
Lu Yiwei thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll pick you up this Sunday. Is that okay?"
"Well, it's up to you!"
"Thank you, wife."
"Can you sing a song for me?"
"I can't sing!"
"I don't care. I want you to sing!"
"Well, I'll sing 'Too Softhearted'. You're always too softhearted, too softhearted …"
"Haha …"
"Look, I said I can't sing, but you still want me to sing."
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