After returning home, it was already late at night, but neither of them wanted to sleep.
Jiang Meng put the cute baby in his arms on the bed and said with burning eyes, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Hu Miaomiao shook her head and buried her head in the man's neck, as if she was burned by his hot gaze, and her whole body turned red.
Because they held each other so tightly, it was as if they could hear each other's violent heartbeats.
"Brother Jiang Meng..."
Hu Miaomiao was shy and timid, calling Jiang Meng's name over and over again without saying anything.
After each call, Jiang Meng would hold her tighter and his breathing would become faster.
However, neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.
Hu Miaomiao's eyes were misty, and she rubbed herself in the man's arms, crying and panting as she asked, "Why don't you kiss me?"
Didn't I just agree that I would have a good kiss when I got back? Why did he hesitate?
Jiang Meng paused and his voice was hoarse than ever before, "You are sick."
"I don't care!" Hu Miaomiao hugged his neck, raised her head delicately and said, "I want you to kiss me!"
Under the candlelight, Hu Miaomiao's skin was like gelatin, and the smoke was flowing like water. She was as pure as a piece of white paper, but her every frown and smile revealed a seductive charm.
She is beautiful, and the charm that is vaguely revealed in her bones can invisibly seduce people's hearts.
At this time, Hu Miaomiao looked straight at the man, as if his eyes could only accommodate this one figure. How could Jiang Meng control him?
The next second, Jiang Meng kissed her small mouth fiercely, tasting her sweetness wantonly.
"Well……"
Hu Miaomiao groaned, her body instantly softened, and she leaned against the man's chest, feeling increasingly empty inside.
Gradually, Jiang Meng pulled the quilt over the two of them and looked deep into the peach garden.
The two were obsessed with each other for a long time until almost dawn.
Jiang Meng was young and strong, and even if he had not slept all night, he was still full of energy.
At this time, Jiang Meng hugged his beloved and looked at her sleeping face quietly, unwilling to blink, wishing that time could stop at this second forever.
In the past, Jiang Meng would have gotten up long ago, but today was an exception.
He couldn't get enough of kissing Hu Miaomiao, let alone not seeing enough, so how could he be willing to get up?
"Ahem!"
In his sleep, Hu Miaomiao coughed lightly and uttered inarticulate murmurs.
Jiang Meng couldn't hold back and kissed her little hand again, the affection in his eyes almost flowing out.
Looking at the sky outside the window, Jiang Meng sighed softly and finally got up.
But as soon as he moved, Hu Miaomiao slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
"Where are you going?"
Hu Miaomiao hugged Jiang Meng from behind, rubbing her smooth little face against his strong back, like a coquettish kitten.
Jiang Meng held her soft little hand, turned around slightly and said, "It's early morning, I'm going to get up, you can sleep a little longer."
"No, you sleep with me." Hu Miaomiao's eyes were still closed, and a charming smile escaped from her lips. She was obviously not awake yet.
Jiang Meng moved, and Hu Miaomiao hugged him tighter. The two soft lumps were squeezed out of shape, "No, I don't want you to leave."
In a daze, Hu Miaomiao's small hands were still making trouble on the man's body.
"Don't touch it!" Jiang Meng clamped down on her little hand and said patiently, "Miaomiao, it's dawn, it's no longer possible."
Hu Miaomiao smiled and said lazily, "Why not?"
"This..." Jiang Meng hesitated, not knowing how to explain.
Suddenly, Hu Miaomiao stopped moving, and her whole body lay on the man's body.
Jiang Meng looked back and found that she had fallen asleep again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Early in the morning, she lit a fire and went to sleep, but she could only endure it.
After tucking her in, Jiang Meng put on his clothes and walked out.
"Brother, you're awake."
Jiang Tao was feeding chickens in the yard. When he saw his elder brother coming out, his expression was a little complicated.
Last night, Jiang Tao couldn't sleep all night long, listening to their vague movements.
He knew in his heart that he shouldn't listen, let alone think about it, but he couldn't control his thoughts.
During the most difficult time, he even thought about how great it would be if the person in the room was not his eldest brother, but himself.
After Jiang Tao was shocked by this idea, he immediately rushed to the yard, drank a big gulp of cold water, and blew the cold wind for a while. After the heat in his body gradually subsided, he returned to the house.
But he still couldn't sleep and got up before dawn.
Jiang Tao carried water, cooked breakfast, prepared medicine for Hu Miaomiao, and even fed the chickens twice.
He deliberately kept himself busy, but his chest was still feeling tight, and the figure of Hu Miaomiao kept appearing in his mind.
When he saw his elder brother, Jiang Tao felt guilty and didn't even dare to look him in the eyes.
After Jiang Tao finished feeding the chickens, he went to feed the little rabbits. He seemed very busy.
In fact, only he knew that if he didn't find something to do, he would be driven crazy by his inner demons.
Realizing that his eldest brother's eyes had been on him, Jiang Tao stiffened and said, "I'm going to sweep the yard."
But as soon as he took two steps, he was called to stop.
Jiang Meng asked: "Second brother, why did you get up so early?"
"Ah?" Jiang Tao was stunned and said absently: "Yes, I got up a bit early, yes..."
Jiang Meng frowned and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Jiang Tao stabbed his back and quickly found an excuse and ran away.
In the small kitchen, Jiang Tao tested the temperature of the soup, thinking that Hu Miaomiao was still awake, so he put it back in the pot to warm.
Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded: "Do you think of yourself as a love interest?"
Jiang Tao was so frightened that he almost dropped the lid of the pot.
Turning around and seeing Lin Yuqing sitting in front of the stove, Jiang Tao asked in surprise, "When did you come?"
"Haha, I've been here for a long time."
Sure enough, people with love brains are often blind, and even a person as big as her can selectively not see.
Jiang Tao opened the lid of the pot and asked suspiciously: "You didn't spit into Miaomiao's soup, did you?"
Lin Yuqing: "..."
She has a dirty word, but she doesn't know whether to say it or not.
"Haha, I'm not that naive."
Spitting is what elementary school students do, but she relies on her IQ to crush people.
However, Jiang Tao still didn't believe it and was already thinking about brewing another bowl of medicine.
Lin Yuqing took a deep breath and gritted her teeth: "I didn't spit! I didn't spill the pot ashes!"
"No, no, you are such a vicious woman, you should get rid of her as soon as possible."
Jiang Tao pointed his finger at Lin Yuqing and said, "Big brother said, you can only stay one night, and you have to leave at dawn!"
Lin Yuqing's head was covered with black lines, and she wanted to give him a hard blow with a mallet.
If he was not blind, he should be able to see that his face was pale and he coughed from time to time, obviously suffering from cold.
Can you treat a patient with some compassion?
However, Jiang Tao didn't care whether she was sick or not. He snorted coldly: "You are a very bad person. Even if you are sick, you are either pretending or doing it on purpose!"
At this moment, Lin Yuqing was completely speechless, because it was said that her illness was really intentional.
