“……”

Xiang Xing didn't react for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his soft eyes in a daze, and looked at him blankly.

What the...... Circumstance?

Bring her here, just to give her, feed?!

However, Qin Yue didn't seem to want to explain more.

I saw his figure shake for a while, and then walked straight to the light coffee-colored bed.

And pick up a sound-isolating headset that is randomly placed on the bed and connected to the radio equipment on the table, and put it on directly on the head.

Forthwith...... Crawled into the bed, sat at the head of the bed, and continued to stare straight at her.

Between the slightly drooping brown eyes, there seems to be a faint sense of urging.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.

She probably knew what he wanted her to do.

Last night, she saw someone in the barrage saying that listening to the sound of her eating could be hypnotized.

Qin Yue, eighty percent is also for this purpose......

Despite feeling a little embarrassed, Xiang Xing endured it and tried to take out a piece of potato chips from the bag.

Immediately into the microphone, squeaky and gnawed.

Sure enough, the man on the bed heard the high-fidelity sound transmitted synchronously from the headphones, and his frowning brows gradually loosened.

He exhaled heavily, lay down slowly, and closed his beautiful, but wearily tired eyes.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing was also relieved.

The frequency of picking up potato chips is also getting faster and faster.

At least, Qin Yue seemed to really have signs of going to sleep.

Although the method is a little weird, it's better than scrapping it because you can't sleep, as Duck Duck said......

……

After Xiang Xing squeaked and nibbled off two large packets of potato chips, the door of the room was gently pushed open.

I saw Secretary Wu walk in lightly.

He walked over to the bed, picked up a tablet on the bedside table, and took a closer look.

Then, as if relieved, he walked towards Xiang Xing.

"Thank you, Miss Xiang."

He smiled apologetically as he turned off the radio, "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble." ”

"Uh...... It's okay. ”

Xiang Xing smiled shallowly and waved his little hand.

After a pause, he still couldn't help it, and asked softly, "You, ...... with him?"

"Oh, I'm sorry...... We don't seem to have introduced ourselves to you yet. ”

Secretary Wu patted his head in embarrassment.

Immediately made a gesture of please to the door, "Please also ask Miss Xiang to go out with me, let me explain it to you." ”

……

Half an hour later, Xiang Xing returned to the room lightly.

Came to the bedside and quietly stared at the handsome man who was asleep on the bed.

Some pursed their pink lips in distress.

According to Secretary Wu's words, Qin Yue's insomnia symptoms are not only due to the reflex hyperactivity caused by high-intensity work, but also the impact of some psychological trauma.

As for what kind of trauma it was, Secretary Wu didn't say, and Yaya couldn't find out.

Xiang Xing couldn't help but sigh.

The blessed ambassador of this life, in some aspects, seems to be worse than the previous two lives.

What a poor child.

She sighed faintly, decided not to bother him anymore, and turned to walk out.

However, before he took two steps, there was a sudden strange movement behind him.

The girl looked back in confusion.

Suddenly, Qin Yue on the bed trembled in pain as if he had had some nightmare.

The fair-skinned and handsome face was extremely tight, holding the futon with one hand and raising it unconsciously with the other, as if he was confused and trying to figure out something.

This scene startled Xiang Xing.

"Qin Yue ......".

She shook it, and in a huff she turned around and took the hand.