Chapter 51: The Depression of the Big Bed

Situ Shaonan looked at Jin Yiming's wrinkled facial features with a fake look, only to see that he seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally made up his mind, opened his mouth a little, and carefully bit a little stinky tofu with his front teeth, and suddenly a greasy and weird taste stimulated his taste buds, making Jin Yiming's expression extremely colorful.

Situ Shaonan had been staring at him intently, and finally under the impact of his dramatic expression, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Her laughter was full of wanton publicity, heartily floating in the wind, and also drifted into Jin Yiming's heart, and the little stinky tofu in her mouth felt that it was not difficult to swallow, and the originally tangled expression gradually eased with her bright smile.

Jin Yiming didn't move quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing her at the moment, he knew that this must be one of the few times she laughed so wantonly, and she could be so relaxed and casual in front of herself, which just proved that she had completely opened her heart to herself.

Just like the promise that the two of them made to each other today in the Red Leaf Valley with heaven and earth as proof and red leaves as evidence, they will be the only one in each other's hearts.

Situ Shaonan smiled and smiled, and the afterglow swept to Jin Yiming staring at him as if he was in a fixed state, and suddenly smiled for a while, unnaturally picked up the mineral water at hand, and drank a few sips.

Seeing her put down the water bottle in her hand, Jin Yiming suddenly hooked his lips and smiled evilly, and then stepped forward suddenly, making a gesture to kiss her on the cheek.

When it was too late, Situ Shaonan was alert to his intentions, jumped up, and quickly took a few big steps.

Jin Yiming kept his body leaning forward motionless, looking at Situ Shaonan, who was a few steps away from him, the two looked at each other from afar, and laughed tacitly.

The afterglow of the setting sun paved on the neat streets, Situ Shaonan and Jin Yiming walked side by side, gradually moving away, and the quiet and far-reaching Crescent Lake quietly watched the pair of backs, warm and beautiful.

When the two returned home, they greeted the three elders who were watching the news in the living room, and went back to the room together.

Seeing them disappear at the top of the stairs, Lu Qinwan moved her eyes to the news on TV again, and suddenly, she frowned consciously, moved her nose, sniffed the air and said, "Do you smell a strange smell?" ”

The old man Jin who was sitting upright suddenly stiffened, glanced at his daughter-in-law, and didn't make a sound. Jin Youcheng nodded and said thoughtfully: "It seems to be a little." ”

"Dad, do you smell it?" Lu Qinwan asked.

Old Man Jin hurriedly shook his head, "No, why didn't I smell it." As he spoke, he stood up, took his hands, and walked calmly upstairs.

The old man Jin, who returned to the room, hurriedly closed the door, lowered his head and smelled the smell on his clothes, faintly said the smell of sunshine, and sighed again, there is no problem, could it be that he can't ask.

Glancing at the direction of the cabinet by the window, it turned out that after dinner today, Old Man Jin returned to the room, couldn't help but take out the liquor and stinky tofu hidden in the drawer, and took a few sips.

Because he is old and has some cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, Lu Qinwan has always been resolutely opposed to him eating stinky tofu, but the naughty old man Jin is obedient and often eats secretly, but every time he eats stinky tofu, he will turn on the air purifier and take care of himself carefully, so as not to be discovered by his daughter-in-law and nag endlessly.

Therefore, today Lu Qinwan said that there was a strange smell, and the old man Jin thought that his cleaning work was not done well, and he was exposed, but he didn't know that the smell was brought back by his grandson and grandson's daughter-in-law, and his old man had a false alarm in vain.

Jin Yiming and Situ Shaonan returned to the room, changed clothes and washed up successively, although the food is very tempting, but the taste is definitely good, if you don't clean up, it is really fragrant.

If there is no special task, Situ Shaonan is used to going to bed early and getting up early, so at about half past eight, she lay down and prepared to rest, and Jin Yiming recently followed her to start a regular life.

The two people lying on both sides of the bed, covered with a quilt, and there was more than enough in the middle, Jin Yiming in the dark suddenly became depressed, what did my mother do when she bought such a big bed, even if she was covered with the same quilt, she couldn't get closer to the chief.

Where would Lu Qinwan know about the matter between them, it was originally a good intention, but it became a chasm for Jin Yiming.

Jin Yiming moved his body slightly, turned sideways, bent his elbows under his head, and looked at Situ Shaonan, who was also lying on his side face to face with him, in the dark,

"Chief?"

Situ Shaonan squinted his eyes, "Huh? She hadn't slept yet.

"In a few days, how about we make up the wedding photos?"

Situ Shaonan slowly opened his eyes, and caught a little light from the opposite side in the dark, it was Jin Yiming's eyes that were still shining in the dark.

After a moment's hesitation, he said softly, "Hmm." With a sigh, she agreed with his suggestion.

Jin Yiming was overjoyed.

After a long while, seeing that Situ Shaonan didn't move, the boring Jin Yiming continued: "Chief? ”

Situ Shaonan was already a little drowsy at the moment, and subconsciously said, "Huh? Dao.

"Are you cold?"

"Hmm." At this moment, Situ Shaonan was already in a state of confusion, and he didn't know what he was talking about, and he answered vaguely.

Jin Yiming raised his eyebrows and continued to follow the temptation, "I'm also a little cold, why don't we get closer?" The middle of the quilt is empty, and the cool breeze is drilled inside. ”

If Situ Shaonan heard his words at this moment, he would definitely be full of black lines, may I ask, such a luxurious villa, where does the cool breeze come from?

When Situ Shaonan fell into a deep sleep, his breathing became a little heavier, which made Jin Yiming have the illusion that she was humming again, so he lay flat and moved his body in ecstasy.

Because considering that the injury on Situ Shaonan's shoulder affected her movement and was inconvenient, Jin Yiming consciously leaned towards Situ Shaonan's side.

Tentatively, he slowly moved his body, feeling closer and closer to her, and the rhythm of his heartbeat became more and more chaotic.

Finally feeling her faint body temperature, Jin Yiming stopped moving, his hand in the quilt, slowly groped towards her, suddenly touched her hand, and had the courage to hold her hand, but there was no response, it seemed that the chief acquiesced.

Jin Yiming smiled as brightly as a summer flower in the dark, but the next moment, he was depressed, and what came from his ears, her shallow, even breathing, made his heart sink, and he didn't break free of his hand, it turned out that he was asleep.

Jin Yiming calmed down the ups and downs of his heart, holding her hand tightly in the quilt, and did not let go, feeling her breath hit his ears, he closed his eyes with satisfaction, outlining the happy life they were about to usher in. Gradually, I also entered the dream fragrance.

In fact, even if Situ Shaonan didn't sleep, he wouldn't do anything, and besides, he didn't like to force her, he would wait until the day when Situ Shaonan really handed himself over to him.

It's just that Jin Yiming thought about it at the moment before he fell asleep, holding her hand like this, would he walk into her dream and be with her, he didn't want to have a moment of separation, even if he was asleep, he wanted to hug her.

The depth of love at this moment, I don't know what kind of love it will bring to the future, maybe only when that day comes, Jin Yiming can truly understand that love and pain are always proportional, the deeper the love, the stronger the injury, and the more true the pain.