In such a situation, she can also fall asleep, Rong Yi doesn't know whether she praises her for sleeping well, or secretly thinks that she is more attractive to her than sleeping, her eyes show a little helplessness, and she reaches out and pinchs her face,

"Haven't you slept enough these days?"

The charcoal fire in the room was hot, Ming Yulong closed his eyes, motionless, his pure little face and cheeks were baked red, and the cherry red lips became charming vermilion because he had just moistened them, and he seemed to be sleeping very well, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked sweet.

Rong Yi couldn't help but kiss her lips again, and he felt someone's little hand around his neck pushing impatiently on his chest, and said vaguely with his lips:

"Don't make a fuss."

After saying that, his fingers naturally curled up on his chest, and his body was still close to him, and he turned over and pressed him down, and a thin leg was lifted up and straddled on top of him.

Looking at the little leg that straddled his lower abdomen, Rong Yi couldn't cry or laugh, stretched out his hand and gently flicked her leg to the side, and suddenly frowned unhappily when he saw her, and the little thin leg was raised again, and he rubbed and rubbed on his abdomen, as if announcing that this piece was her territory, and no one was allowed to violate it.

It's still so abrasive when you're asleep.

Rong Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, looked at the irregular leg, sighed softly, took his eyes off her face, stretched out his arm and fished out a book from the bedside, and slowly opened it.

With the sound of dripping and thin quicksand, the heat in Rong Yi's eyes gradually calmed down.

He glanced at someone sleeping next to him, put one hand around her waist, adjusted the position of the two people, and then pulled the quilt over his body.

The soft body wrapped around his arms automatically moved closer to his arms again, and compared to her on weekdays, tonight was particularly clingy.

Rong Yi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to remove a few scattered green threads on her forehead, but her fingertips paused, and her eyebrows frowned involuntarily.

From the carriage to the present, he has almost always kept her warm, and the charcoal fire is still burning in the house, but her body is still cold.

I shook her fingertips, and sure enough, it was the same as on the carriage, with a hint of coolness.

Rong Yi thought about it for a while, this anomaly only started when he came out of the palace, it should be related to Kwai Shui, he hugged her, until her breathing gradually calmed and even, Rong Yi slowly stood up, walked to the bookshelf in the outer study and took a few books, and then walked back, sat on the bed and held her in his arms, reading slowly.

With Rong Yi by her side, Ming Yulong has slept exceptionally peacefully these nights, and she has always held a warm piece of warm jade in her dreams, and there is always a warm current around her, which is not cold at all.

And on the first night, because of the small flow, she slept until dawn all night and did not stain her pants, and the next day, she got up actively and found Feng'er to start developing "sanitary napkins" with her. ”

The things that absorb water are easy to find, replaced by elastic pine and high-temperature boiled cotton, there is no sticky strip, and it is fastened to the four-cornered cotton pants with buttons.

The only thing that worries her is the waterproof fabric on the side and back, but this is not difficult for Ming Yulong, it doesn't matter if there is no plastic nylon, she can achieve the same effect with tough oil silk and cloth strips!