Sweet Sweet Love

In the middle of the night, Austin woke up and opened his eyes slightly. The dazzling light made him squint again. Adapted to the light, he opened his eyes and moved his arms, but his arms were unable to move. He turned his head.

Yolande lay prone on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. She held her arm in her arms and drooled. The man's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart. When his beloved woman suffered, he would always feel bad, and his melancholy was even more depressed. How could she sleep here at night? She didn't feel comfortable in bed anyway. How could she bear it if things went on like this?

"Yolande, wake up." His arm moved, and the man's deep voice echoed in the room.

In a daze, Yolande got up, resting her head on her arm and feeling numb. "You are awake."

"What time is it?" He moved his body and wanted to sit up against the pillow. Since he was sick, he had been lying in bed every day, and Austin felt his body was getting drained by the day, and he felt tired even when he moved. Yolande touched her numb arms and lowered her eyes. "Three o'clock."

"Go to bed and continue to sleep." He pulled up the corner of the quilt, turned over and went to sleep, leaving a long back to Yolande.

She stared at the man's back and lowered her head. Yolande hugged him from behind. "What's wrong with you?"

He covered her hand from behind. "No, it's too late. Go to bed."Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"Okay." She looked back at the man who didn't want to talk anymore, climbed onto another bed opposite the ward, covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes.

Compared with the daze when she just woke up and covered herself with the quilt, Yolande had a clear mind and didn't want to sleep at all. Austin turned over and lay down. It seemed that he was still awake.

Yolande sat up from the bed and lifted the blanket. The temperature of the hospital room was adjusted with the change of the outside temperature.

If it was too cold outside, it would be hotter inside. The sun was shining outside, but it was cooler inside. At this moment, Yolande felt very hot, sweating all over her body, and her underwear stuck to her skin, sticky and uncomfortable.

This private hospital, relatively well-equipped, with bathrooms and everything. Yolande wanted to take a shower, worrying that she had no clothes. She was only wearing a thin, floral dress.

She jumped off the bed and stood in front of Austin. He could only feel a gust of wind. "Are you still awake?" The woman looked at him tenderly.

"I can't fall asleep. I want to have a cup of tea."

"Okay, go ahead." He looked at her attractive figure and closed his eyes.

"Are you unhappy, Austin? For what?" She bent over, and the warm breath fell on his ear, and her skin was soft and numb.

"I guess you have remembered something unpleasant." The man said in a low voice.

"What? What is it?" She looked expectant, hoping that he could open his heart to her.

"It's okay. Go and take a shower." With an unhappy face, Yolande glared at him, left discontentedly and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Austin was a man of deep thought. He always kept a lot of things in his mind, digesting and never telling others. In the past, she felt that this man was sometimes close to her, sometimes far away from her. He was very considerate to her, but inexplicably distanced himself from her. Her temperament was unpredictable.

The sound of running water couldn't erase her sadness. Didn't Austin love her so much? She didn't deserve to be loved. All kinds of thoughts were running in her mind. Drops of water were running on her face, and her hair was stuck to her scalp.

After taking a shower, she put on a floral dress, took a dry towel and entered the ward.

Austin sat against the bedside table and read the newspaper, the woman came in the door and brought in a fresh scent of shampoo and the smell of body wash. Austin looked up, and Yolande bent down and wiped her wet hair. His face carried some small emotion. "Give it to me. I'll help you."

"What?" She widened her eyes in confusion.

"Towel." Austin said.

Realizing what the man meant, she handed the towel to Austin and knelt down in front of his bed. The man wiped her wet hair gently and gently. Her cheeks were rosy, and the fragrance of her body fell into Austin's nose. Her hair was soft and smooth. It felt good to touch

it.

"Austin,"

"What? What's wrong?"

Yolande thought for a moment. "You can open your heart to me. Why do you hold back your sadness?" She pouted.

The man's hand froze and his eyes darkened.

Yolande added. "I know you are thinking about me and don't want me to be sad, but do you know? If you keep doing this, I will be sadder. It will be better for me to speak it out."

Women were naturally more sensitive than men, and they could keenly notice some subtle emotional changes of men. When she woke up in her sleep, she felt that Austin was in a low mood and seldom talked.

The man's broad palm continued to wipe her wet hair, and a surge of sadness arose in his heart. After drying her hair, Yolande sat in front of his bed in silence. "You don't love me that much, do you?" Her wet hair stuck to her scalp. Her voice was low and her head was very low.

The man was stunned and frowned. What was she thinking about? He felt helpless about the strange thoughts in the woman's mind.

"Yolande, you know, I love you for so many years." He lowered his head and felt wronged.

"Well, I don't believe that you don't tell me anything on your mind." She was sobbing. The man was stunned and flustered.

"Don't Don't cry." He held her in his arms, feeling sorry for her. Her wet hair had been on his shirt.

He had never been in love, had no intimate communication with women, and had no idea of women's hearts. Austin found that women were more fragile when facing the man they loved.

He sighed and comforted her. "Yolande, I don't want you to be sad. Maybe it's because I've been used to taking care of myself since I was a child. I instinctively want to protect the woman I love in this way." Yolande hugged him tightly.

"You can tell me what you really think. You are not alone now."

"Okay." The man's voice was low and hoarse.

"I just I feel like my family is a loser now." He said sadly.

If she suffered from the pain for a long time, there would be negative emotions in her mind and she liked to deny herself. The pain in his body made him unable to study and work like a normal person, and it was inevitable that he felt depressed in his mind. "Don't talk nonsense. You are very important to me." She expressed her love for him frankly.

"I used to think that Aron was very powerful. He founded his own company in three years."

"When I met you, I gradually got familiar with you and changed my previous thoughts."

"In my mind, you are one hundred times better than Aron, more successful in career, and more handsome than him in appearance."0000000☐☐☐☐☐☐