"I can't sleep yet, so I'll find some books here first."

There is no independent bookstore in the side room, and naturally there is no storage of books.

Ming Yulong knew that he liked to read books, and he didn't open his mouth to expel him again, "Then you can watch it here, and when you get tired of reading, go and rest." ”

Rong Yi's eyes fell on her wet hair, and nodded gently, "Okay." ”

It was not the first time that Ming Yulong had been alone with him, and he didn't feel very awkward, after entering the inner room, after drying his hair, he leaned on the bed and picked up a book to read.

Today it was raining, and the mood fluctuated greatly, and when I got to bed at this time, I leaned on the soft pillow, and the feeling of sleepiness slowly came up.

Before half an hour arrived, Rong Yi heard a soft snapping sound from inside, listened attentively for a while, sat up, put the book on the small table, and pushed the door into the inner room.

The room is mainly light green, with carved mahogany furniture, a large bed with delicate lotus patterns in the middle, and the green gauze tent is as gently rippling as water because of the air flow generated by opening the door.

The girl on the bed leaned against the head of the bed, because her sleeping body was tilted outward, and Qingsi was entangled with the light yarn with her little head tilted outward.

One hand hung down next to the edge of the bed, and directly below it lay on the ground with an open book, apparently the sound of the book falling.

He walked over slowly, picked up the book, and set it aside, only to see the girl, who was breathing evenly, and apparently asleep, and gently picked up her fallen hand and placed it under the covers.

Raised his hand and touched her hair, fortunately there was a charcoal fire burning in the house, the temperature was very high, and the hair was almost dry in half an hour, but the ends of the hair were still a little wet. The fingers were held at the ends of the hair for a while, and the otherwise wet strands of hair had been dried.

Rong Yi passed one hand through her white neck, hugged her waist with the other, moved the person to the center of the bed, and then covered the quilt.

As soon as he stood up with the corners of the quilt folded, he saw someone's restless hand coming out again, he sighed helplessly, but with a faint smile in his eyebrows, he bent down and stuffed his hand back into the quilt.

This time, he had just let go, and the little hand came out again, and he pulled a large side of the quilt angrily.

Rong Yi couldn't help but smile, held the lively little hand, sat at the head of the bed, and kissed the white and tender little face, "Silly girl, you left me here." ”

With that, Kazuo slept next to her, shoved her hands into the quilt, and pressed her body against her.

Ming Yulong's hand moved restlessly, as if he found that he couldn't get out of this side, and pouted in his sleep, turned over and rolled out to the other side, and his whole body was exposed.

I haven't seen such a toss in the first two sleeps, what's wrong today.

Rong Yi shook her head, picked up the quilt to cover her, she suddenly shrunk her shoulders as if she felt cold, and rolled over the quilt and rolled into his arms.

He seemed to feel that his body was warm, and rubbed his small hand on his chest with attachment.

If that was all she wanted, she stepped her leg up and put it on someone's lower abdomen.

Rong Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the little man who automatically rolled into his arms, his eyes were beating faintly under the lamp, looking at the white and tender cheeks, and his breathing was slightly uneven for a moment.