Just touched it slightly, Ci Chen suddenly let go of his hand, he looked away, and then lay down on the bed, without looking at Su Nuo again.

However, Su Nuo is like a sweet snack, which exudes bursts of sweet aroma from time to time, which will make him can't help but rest his eyes on her.

After a long while, Cichen regained his mind, lay down well, closed his eyes, listened to her shallow breathing and fell asleep.

Cichen was woken up by the heat, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Su Nuo's little face without surprise.

And as before, she had climbed on top of herself, and she had completely used herself as a bed.

The soft green silk flowed down, half-covering her little face, and the soft white little face was filled with a beautiful smoke pink.

Looking at her, I feel that the years are quiet.

The restless blood in the body seemed to have gradually calmed down.

Cichen stretched out his hand and hugged her, probably moving slightly, and suddenly found that there was a little mark on her cheek.

It's one's own placket.

Cichen then gently turned Su Nuo over, letting her little head sleep on her arm.

In this way, he can also look at Su Nuo better.

Really, so cute.

Cichen stretched out his hand, gently touched her nose, and pinched her cheek.

Su Nuo, who was about asleep, could still sense it, muttered in his mouth, turned his body away, reached out and grabbed the quilt on the side, and fell asleep again.

Looking at Su Nuo's sweet appearance, Cichen looked at her a few more times, then got up again, went out to get wood, and planned to build a swing.

After the wood was chopped, I sat there thinking that it was probably too long.

For so long, he almost forgot everything in the mundane world.

After thinking about it for a long time, he found the shape of the swing in a corner of memory.

He started to make it with his own hands, and Nuo Nuo said that he remembered his father doing it when he was a child.

Then now, he can also make one for her himself.

The swing was made in no time.

Cichen stood behind the swing, stretched out his hand and gently pushed, the swing swayed for a while, and it was leisurely and flashing with a beautiful arc.

I guess I'll like it when it's glutinous.

Cichen thought about it, let go of his hand, and walked to the porch again to continue drinking tea and looking at the book in his hand.

It wasn't until the dawn of the sky that Su Nuo rubbed his eyes and walked out of it with a dada.

"Master, when did you wake up?"

Su Nuo sat down beside him, took his hand again, took a sip of tea, and then looked around aimlessly.

Before Cichen could reply to her, she found the swing.

"Yikes!" After that, the white and tender little hands pointed to the place, and asked with a happy smile, "Master, Master, that is a swing." ”

Cichen didn't expect her to be so happy.

"I'll get up early and make it for you."

Seeing her happy, he was happy.

"Thank you, Master, I like it very much."

As he spoke, Su Nuo jumped happily again, walked to the swing, sat down on it with one butt, and kicked the two little short legs one by one.

Seeing that Cichen hadn't come over yet, she waved her hand at Cichen again.

"Master, come quickly."

Cichen strode over, stood behind Su Nuo, and pushed the swing for her one after another.

Su Nuo was very happy, and a silver bell-like laugh came out of his mouth.