The two of them argued for a long time about how to sleep, and they were not really angry. You just tried to reason with each other. Su Youting emphasized the importance of harmony between husband and wife. Ling Yun could only keep trying to tell Su Youting the importance and benefits of personal space. .
In the end, Ling Yun moved all the seven-year itch out. Su Youting, who was worried that she would be too sleepy, turned around and went back to the opposite room to sleep, and Ling Yun was able to rest.
I slept in the newly built big house at home. My mother-in-law put an old mattress and an old quilt on the hot bed under me. It felt soft and warm when I lay on it and smelled like the sun. When I turned over, I felt the softness next to me. He was so confused that when he opened his eyes in confusion, he realized that there was another new quilt and pillow beside him, which should belong to Su Youting.
I feel a little bit sorry in my heart. I already have a wife, and it’s a bit unreasonable for me to sleep alone. Now that person doesn’t even have a pillow or quilt, and there’s no movement. Could he just sleep like that?
Will you catch a cold?
Ling Yun, who really couldn't stand the condemnation of his conscience, sat up, put on his clothes, hugged the quilt and walked out of the room. The door to Su Youting's room opposite was not even closed. It seemed that he really didn't regard himself as an outsider.
Walking into the houses, the layout is basically the same. There is a fire kang next to the door. Su Youting threw his shirt aside and was shirtless.
He just curled up and lay in the corner of the big bed, looking so pitiful, desolate and like a frustrated little wolfdog.
Su Youting already had some kung fu skills, and he often went into the mountains and slept in the wild. Being alert had basically become a habit. He noticed someone coming in the first time, but he didn't open his eyes when he heard Ling Yun's footsteps. I want to see what this little daughter-in-law who wants her own private space is doing in her own room if she stays up in the middle of the night?
Ling Yun lowered his head and took a closer look at Su Youting. Seeing that he showed no sign of waking up, he even shrank his arms as if he was a little cold. He quickly put the quilt and pillow in his hand on the bed, shook out the quilt, and covered the person who had just come in. Just let her have those eight-pack abs that she had imagined.
It’s really eight dollars! She counted each piece back and forth several times. She didn't expect that when this person took off his clothes, he would be so beautiful inside.
Should she whistle at this moment?
The quilt covered those muscle lines that made her anxious, but how could she get this pillow under his head?
Sleeping like this all night will definitely make your neck uncomfortable. Ling Yun could only try not to touch Su Youting's body when he climbed onto the kang. Only then did he realize that the kang here was very hard and there was only a thin layer of cushions underneath. It was really not the same as his own. Compare.
He finally climbed to the position of Su Youting's head, carefully stretched out his hand, and barely held Su Youting's head. He used the other hand to pull the pillow with difficulty, muttering to himself, this person's head is too heavy!
She had no idea how ambiguous her current posture looked. She held her head with one hand and laid her body across it, which was equivalent to holding Su Youting's head in her arms. Su Youting was in pain and happy now.
What hurts is that Ling Yun kneels on his hair, which makes his scalp hurt. What makes him happy is that he is now so close to his little wife, and his breath is filled with the clean smell of her body.
The pillow was finally stuffed under her head. Ling Yun's arms were already sore. She didn't control her strength well and threw Su Youting's head heavily on the pillow. She narrowly avoided lying directly on Su Youting's face.
He quickly lowered his head to check, and saw that Su Youting just sneered a few times in his sleep, changed his position and still had his eyes closed, and then he took a deep breath.
Fortunately, fortunately, he was not awakened. If he lay down, wouldn't the human breasts directly suffocate him to death?
Ling Yun looked down at her stunted bean sprout figure. Well, she had overestimated herself. If she fell, she wouldn't kill anyone. She could only stab Su Youting to death with her ribs.
She stepped back cautiously, trying to get out of bed the same way she had come. But after taking only two steps, an arm came directly across her back and pressed her down on the kang. She couldn't push her at all.
The hot breath, with the smell of soap on the man's body, directly surrounded her. It was impossible for Ling Yun to wake her up for a while. Her hands and feet were squeezed between the two of them, and two hard-muscled arms enclosed her.
After struggling for a while, Su Youting didn't even move his eyelids except for a few times. Instead, he changed to a more comfortable position. Ling Yun could only lie passively on one of his arms, letting the other arm be as strong as a steel bar. He held her tightly in his arms and held her in place.
Su Youting also rubbed her restless little wife in her arms with her stylish chin, just like rubbing a restless puppy.
Maybe he was tired from fighting, or maybe it was too warm under the covers. Ling Yun fell asleep unconsciously, his breathing gradually became steady, his resisting little hands subconsciously turned around, and his loyal little paws finally did what he had wanted for a long time. Do what you don’t have the guts to do.
Press on the lines of the eight-pack abs and feel them carefully back and forth.
Ling Yun fell asleep, but Su Youting opened his bright eyes and looked at his little wife who had completely retracted herself into the quilt. Now he really couldn't sleep.
This girl usually looks serious, but after being pulled into the quilt, her little hands have never been honest for a while. If this continues, he really can't guarantee that he will not be a gentleman once and take advantage of others!
In his sleep, he felt something hit his hand. Ling Yun casually pulled it aside and changed his position to continue sleeping. However, the muffled groan on his head was too clear and the sound sounded painful.
She had to wake up. The disheveled chicken head, hazy sleepy eyes, sleeping too warm, and red little face were so attractive in Su Youting's eyes.
His blood surged up and he retracted his arms, hugged his little wife tightly, and kissed Ling Yun on the forehead, "It's dawn, mother is up."
Ling Yun covered his head and quickly got off the quilt. He looked around and couldn't remember how he got to Su Youting's room properly and rolled into someone else's bed.
Su Youting grabbed his shirt and quickly jumped out of bed. His voice was so hoarse just now that it didn't sound like his own at all, which made him feel a little bit of imperceptible embarrassment. He still didn't forget to turn around and wrap the quilt around Ling Yun's body.
It's true that this girl's sleep was not very good at night. The clothes she was wearing were no longer covering her body. Her innocent eyes, which seemed to be naked, were too lethal. He was afraid that if he took one more look at her, he would leave. Don't leave this house.
"It's still early, please sleep a little longer!"
After saying that, he had already rushed out of the room. Su Chen, who had just woken up, was startled by her son who suddenly came out, "What are you doing this early in the morning?"
"It's okay, mom, I'm going to take a shower!" Su Youting didn't dare to stay for fear that his mother would ask more questions, so he went straight to the clean room, entered the room and closed the door in one go.
"Aren't you afraid of the cold if you take a cold bath in the morning?"
Listening to the movement in the yard, Ling Yun's consciousness slowly came back to him. He remembered what he had done in a daze just now, and he had the urge to dig a hole and hide himself.
Does it hurt? She seemed to have struck hard just now.
It seemed like nothing happened that night, but it seemed as if everything had happened.
