"Take a bite." Han Yingying scooped up a spoonful of pudding, handed it to Shen Mosheng's mouth, and shared it with him.

Shen Mosheng, who has never liked sweets, only felt that the full sweetness slid into his body along the esophagus, filling every cell, making the smile on his face unstoppable.

"The pudding is delicious, isn't it?" Seeing him smiling so happily, Han Yingying asked with a sense of accomplishment, and dug up another spoonful and handed it to him.

"Hmm." Shen Mosheng nodded, looked at Han Yingying with a smile on his eyebrows, and didn't tell her that he didn't pay attention to the taste of the pudding itself.

Because it was fed by Han Yingying, even if it was poison, it was delicious.

The two of them are sharing the pudding with you and me with a spoonful, like a young couple who have just fallen in love, only allowing each other in their eyes, and everything in the outside world no longer exists.

After eating the pudding, Han Yingying was almost unable to sit still.

Patting her little belly, she said lazily: "Shen Mosheng, you will definitely feed me five pounds today." ”

"Don't be afraid, I can hold it."

Han Yingying couldn't help but glare at him: "Who said I was afraid of this?" ”

"It's okay to be fatter, don't care."

"Shen Mosheng, you are really still a wood."

"I'm sorry."

"However, it is wood, and it is the most handsome wood." Han Yingying opened her arms and said with a smile, "Wood, carry me to the sofa, I can't move." ”

Shen Mosheng picked her up and gently put her on the sofa.

"Come, sit here." Han Yingying patted the position beside her.

Shen Mosheng sat down as he said.

Han Yingying lay on his lap, closed her eyes, and said lazily: "Shen Mosheng, help me pick out my ears." ”

"No ear spoons." Shen Mosheng sat straight, not daring to move, for fear of making Han Yingying uncomfortable.

"With hair."

"Hair?"

"Well, take one from my head, fold it in half, and then twist it together with your fingers, tie a knot, and you can pluck your ears."

Han Yingying and Han Zishi often help each other twist their ears, and the itchy feeling is unstoppable.

Lowering his eyes, Shen Mosheng stared at Han Yingying's jet-black hair tightly, looking like he was facing a great enemy, for fear of hurting her.

"Unplugged?"

"Sakura, it hurts."

"It's just a hair, it doesn't hurt."

Pursing her lips, Shen Mosheng picked up a hair and carefully tore it from the root in three points, so as not to hurt her.

Then according to what Han Yingying just explained, twist it into a strand and put it into Han Yingying's ears.

"Gently rub your fingers as you did when you twisted your hair, and let your head kick off."

Shen Mosheng did so.

Han Yingying closed her eyes and enjoyed quietly. Because it was too comfortable, I fell asleep in a daze.

Listening to her even breathing, Shen Mosheng put down his hair, still maintained a straight sitting posture, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with her.

Outside the window, the sun is just right.

When Han Yingying woke up, it was already afternoon.

She stretched comfortably and habitually shouted: "Shen Mosheng." ”

"I'm here." Shen Mosheng replied softly, afraid of scaring him.

Looking at his slightly stiff appearance, Han Yingying asked with some surprise, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"My leg is numb."

"You're just sitting?"

"Hmm."

Han Yingying took out her phone and glanced at the time.

She slept for three hours.

In other words, Shen Mosheng maintained the same posture for three hours.

She got up a little distressed and complained softly: "You won't put me down?" ”

"I'm afraid to wake you up."

"Just wake up and go back to sleep."

"No."

"You're really a piece of wood." Han Yingying sighed helplessly, and gently helped him massage his legs to speed up blood circulation.