At this moment, Song Shinian didn't dare to move in the quilt.

Although she was separated by a thin summer quilt, she still felt that the position around her waist was hot and hot, as if she was roasted on a fire.

Her eyes under the covers rolled back and forth, pursed her lips, and she pondered what to do.

The man next to him lay on the bed leisurely and asked in a good mood: "It's so fragrant, have you washed your hair?" ”

Song Shinian's face stiffened: "......"

She...... It's to wash her hair, and she is so squeezed by him, if she doesn't wash her hair anymore, will she still be a woman?

But now that Yan Yu asked him like this, it seemed that he had washed it because of him.

It's unnatural.

Song Shinian exhaled softly and snorted sullenly: "You squeezed me." ”

"Huh?"

The man lowered his head and looked over the bulge in the quilt.

Because Song Shinian's entire head was covered in the quilt, he could only tell where her voice came from.

Song Shinian heard a low voice from the man closer, and his heart became more subtle.

She said slowly: "You have your own bed, why are you still squeezing me?" ”

When he had to go into the room before, he didn't say that he wanted to share a bed with her.

At that time, he said that it was very fair and selfless to have a bed for one person, so he reluctantly let him in.

Yan Yu frowned slightly, looked at the single bed that just fit the two of them, and asked hesitantly, "Do you think it's crowded?" ”

"Hmm." So hurry up and go.

Yan Yu pondered for a long time, and suddenly said, "Do you think this bed is not enough for you to roll?" ”

Song Shinian: "......"

Suddenly, I thought that this morning, when Yan Yu ridiculed himself, he said that he loved to roll on the bed.

She was very wronged, obviously she slept honestly, "I don't ......"

As soon as he spoke, he was quickly interrupted by the man: "It's okay, you can roll on me." ”

Song Shinian: "......"

Suddenly she was speechless, she didn't mean that.

Helplessly fell silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the man continued, "Don't be embarrassed, I don't mind." ”

Song Shinian's face was distorted.

Suddenly, I missed my forty-meter knife again.

Speechless for half a year, Song Shinian gritted his teeth with a dark face and said, "Hooligans." ”

The man didn't speak, only a low, magnetic chuckle from overhead.

Song Shinian was even more unhappy.

Her eyelids drooped, and her heart was at war.

The little black man told her to get out of bed right now, scolded the man harshly, and waved his hand without taking away a cloud.

It's just that the arm pressed on her waist is as heavy as a golden hoop, and she suspects that she will die before she can get out of school.

The little white man advised her to wait for the man to fall asleep, and then secretly get out of bed to stay away from the scoundrel.

After the battle between heaven and man, Song Shinian decided to listen to the little white man.

She sharpened her knife in her heart and waited quietly for the man to fall asleep.

It's just that Yan Yu is not sleepy now, and he doesn't want to sleep, but he has a great desire to chat.

He chuckled again and said, "Are you angry?" ”

Song Shinian: ╭(╯^╰)╮Shouldn't it?

"Angry, I have two beds, but I came over to squeeze one with you?"

Song Shinian: ╭(╯^╰)╮Isn't that right?

"But why am I lying here, don't you know?"

Song Shinian: ......

She drove off guard, and her face was red and her ears were red, and her whole body looked like she was smoking.

Yan Yu, he, he, what does he want to do now?

Song Shinian blushed, ashamed and uneasy, and hurriedly wrapped the quilt on his body again.

Tightened.

Tight and tight.