He Teng was on the side, already worn out by He Zhilan’s antics. Over the years, when he first heard He Zhilan say these shocking words, he was able to keep a straight face and scold her, telling her that these were not the words a girl should be saying. However, no progress was seen for a long time. In front of others, He Zhilan was obedient and sensible, but when she was with him, she was like a goblin with its human skin peeled off, causing as much trouble as she could. Hearing these nonsense over time, he just got used to it.
Not to mention Father He and He Da, even He Zhilan, who had been on the train for a few days, was tired. After pestering He Teng for half an hour, he stopped paying attention to her. She grew tired of talking and fell sweetly asleep, resting on He Teng’s arm.
It wasn’t until He Zhilan stopped making any noises that, after a long time, He Teng moved his body. He lay face to face with He Zhilan. However, he did not expect He Zhilan would be so close to him. When he turned around, his face was almost touching He Zhilan’s. Even her shallow breath could hit his skin. The tips of their noses were nearly touching.
After falling asleep, He Zhilan was unusually quiet, entirely different from the chatty person she was before sleep. She held his arm in sleep, appearing incredibly content. Her peaceful sleeping face and the slight upward curve of her lips indicated how happy and blessed she felt sleeping by his side.
"I really don’t know what to do with you," He Teng sighed softly. He lifted his free hand to grab a thin blanket from the bedside, lightly covering He Zhilan. He mumbled to himself, "It’s a bit windy these days, it gets chilly here at night. If you don’t cover up, you’ll catch a cold by morning. Dad would say I didn’t take good care of you."
No one would believe that He Mutou would end up rambling in the dead of the night, facing a sleeping person.
He Teng never moved away from the nearly zero distance from He Zhilan. The hand he used to tuck her in smoothly skimmed her face.
At that moment, the delicate touch and warmth of her face reached the tip of his fingers, instantly softening his manly heart. Without any control, He Teng lowered his head and kissed the woman in her sleep.
At that moment, He Teng understood that feeling, as if wishing time could freeze at that moment. Even though it was just a light touch of their lips.
It wasn’t until a mosquito bit He Zhilan, causing her to twitch her nose, that He Teng quickly turned his back to her, jolted awake from his dreamlike state.
"He Teng, go close the window. There are so many mosquitoes, they’re biting me to death!" The half-asleep person made a very small movement and kicked the person beside her, muttered a sentence, and quickly fell back asleep.
Seeing that He Zhilan showed no signs of waking up, He Teng finally heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t know what he had just done.
Getting up, He Teng closed the window. As soon as he lay back down, the person already asleep quickly wrapped herself around his arm again. However, throughout the whole process, she never opened her eyes, and continued sleeping soundly.
However, He Teng knew this was all her habit. When sleeping, if not wrapping her arms around his hand or him, she would wrap around a blanket or other things. Just like in her sleep, the first name she would call out was his name.
If one were to ask He Teng whether he preferred He Zhilan calling him ’Brother’ or his name, undoubtedly, his heart would choose the latter.