After dinner, the moonlight was very good, and in Song Ran's room, she sat on the bed, looked at Gu Jingxing's somewhat helpless appearance, and sneered: "Aren't you going back to the army?"

Gu Jingxing coughed lightly: "I won't go back today, I don't worry." ”

Song Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "My room only has one bed, where are you going to sleep, Brother Bing?"

Gu Jingxing is not as comfortable as a fish in water in her home as well as in the army, and she is always a little uncomfortable, after all, her sister lives in the next room, and he doesn't dare to make a mistake.

His throat tightened a little and said, "I slept on the ground." ”

Song Ran walked over and stretched out his hand to wrap his waist: "Jing Xing, you don't have to worry, I'm fine, Shen Mengfang is imprisoned, no one dares to come to us for trouble, you go back to sleep, what's the matter with sleeping on the ground?"

Gu Jingxing reached out and rubbed her head: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it." ”

Song Ran raised his hand and hung it on his neck again: "Why don't I sleep with my sister, and you sleep with Yang Haitao?"

Gu Jingxing hurriedly shook his head: "Don't don't, I'd rather sleep on the ground." ”

In the next room, Yang Haitao said the same thing: "Don't don't, I'd rather sleep on the ground, the old man's bed, I feel weird and embarrassed." ”

Song Xuan looked at him embarrassedly: "Your body is injured, it's not good to sleep on the ground, otherwise, you can sleep in the bed, I'll go sleep with Mother Wu." ”

Now Song Xuan has begun to learn to feel sorry for Yang Haitao, which seems to be a matter of course.

After speaking, he was about to go out, but Yang Haitao grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the door.

There was only one bedside lamp left in the room, and it was dim all around, Song Ran felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat, and in the same way, she heard Yang Haitao's heartbeat, and she saw Yang Haitao licking his lips nervously.

The light was dim, even if his nose was blue and his face was swollen, Song Xuan could understand his handsomeness, his eyebrows were good-looking, refreshing, his eyes were bright and scorching, which made her face hot for a while.

When did the damn Yang Haitao have such a charm?

He hung one hand on his chest, and only his left hand grabbed her wrist, and he slowly spoke with pleading: "Song Xuan, don't go, be by my side, okay?"

Song Xuan's heart softened suddenly, and he raised his left hand to touch his face, rubbing it gently: "Yang Haitao...... Yang Haitao......"

He looked at her nervously: "Hmm......"

The sound is deep, the night becomes exciting, and August and the end of summer may be a season suitable for love.

Her fingers rubbed the corners of his mouth, and her voice was gentle: "Does it hurt?

Yang Haitao's eyes were very gentle: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

"Does it really not hurt?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt. ”

She stood on tiptoe, leaned to his lips, and whispered, "Then close your eyes." ”

Yang Haitao's heart stopped beating at that moment, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.

There was a warm touch on his lips, and after a brief stop beating, his heart thumped like a mountain and a sea.

Is it true?

Is it true?

Are you dreaming?

He hurriedly half-opened his eyes, and met Song Xuan's good-looking peach blossom eyes, Song Xuan was a little annoyed: "Didn't you close your eyes?"

Yang Haitao clasped her waist tightly, deepened the kiss, grinded to the wound, the pain made him snort, but he was reluctant to stop the kiss, and he had to kiss it even if it hurt.