结束后，苏韵累的，连动一下的力气都没了。                                                                                在上面干活还真不容易。                                                                                翌日是周末，他们睡到自然醒。                                                                                苏韵睁眼时，蒋慕承正倚在床头看书，她朝他身边凑凑，闻到一股淡淡的沐浴露味道，抬头问他：“早就醒了？”                                                                                “比你早半小时。”蒋慕承放下手里的书，把她从被窝里提起，让她趴在他身上，扯过被子盖在她的后背上。                                                                                又问她：“饿不饿？”                                                                                “有点饿，现在几点？”                                                                                “下午两点。”                                                                                “”                                                                                蒋慕承的手掌握着她的下颚，拇指来回抚弄她的唇，一遍又一遍，乐此不疲。他忽的开口说道：“苏韵，你可以信我。”信他可以替她抵挡所有黑暗。