The night was not yet deep, but the mountains were already silent. The stars in the sky are dotted, exuding a soft and dazzling diamond light.

Inside the house, Wen Yan was lying sideways against the wall, not moving, as if he had fallen asleep.

Shen Xihuan didn't feel sleepy, sighed silently in his heart, turned over and got out of bed.

Wen Yan hasn't spoken since.

In that case, he must have been very frustrated by being "rejected" by her.

In fact...... Actually, she didn't want to.

She couldn't wait to pat her head, Shen Sihuan, are you sick! It's better to say in one breath: "Wen Yan, you pressed me, it hurts a little, can you let me!!

She had a dry mouth and tiptoed to the door. There was a desk with a white bowl and kettle on it.

She poured some hot water in the dark, touched the edge of the bowl with her hand, the temperature was just right, she drank it all, but she was suddenly flushed with a spicy feeling.

I'll go! This taste is ......

This bowl...... It can't be the bowl that Aunt Liao brought soju to give her to drink, right?!

She only took a sip before, and I remember that there was still half a bowl, and just now she poured hot water, although the taste was diluted a lot, but it was also a sturdy soju!

She can basically stop eating with a beer, this ...... You won't be poisoned by alcohol!

She put down the white bowl and shivered towards the bed.

A moment later, she stood in front of the bed, and the moonlight broke through the window, hitting her reflection right on Wen Yan's back.

But it seemed as if someone was urging the spell in front of her, her head became more and more dizzy, but her feet became lighter and lighter, and the whole person fluttered with it.

She climbed into bed, got under the covers, and then hugged the motionless back.

Wen Yan naturally didn't fall asleep, in fact, he had been staring at a black spot on the wall for a long, long time.

She got out of bed and went back to bed, and he knew it too.

Only, suddenly, a body that was too soft to speak came up from behind, and then, a hand brushed his right rib and hugged his chest.

Behind her, her delicate voice came, gently, as if aggrieved and coquettish.

She said, "Wen Yan, are you angry with me? I'm sorry, I was wrong. ”

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned around, hugged her back, and said, "I'm not angry." He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and flicked her bangs.

But when his gaze fell back on her face, his throat suddenly tightened, and he saw that she was dressed in moonlight, looking at him in a daze, and the starry eyes were watery, so that the lust that he had finally restrained seemed to be rekindled.

He swallowed, and was about to let go of his hands away from her, but she bit her lip lightly, pressed her chin against his chest, and looked up to him:

"No, you must be angry, aren't you? Tell me, what am I going to do to forgive me? ”

This is really a test that is close to the ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he gritted his teeth, withdrew his hands and put them on her shoulders, and moved his body back, and said:

"I'm really not angry. I was impulsive before, and when you closed your eyes, I thought you were willing......"

She suddenly leaned over again, turned her face up, closed her eyes and said, "Is it willing to close your eyes?" Then I'm closed now, Wen Yan. As she spoke, she opened half of her eyelids and glanced at him secretly.

Wen Yan: Why does "......" feel like he's messing with him?!

He scratched her nose with tears and laughter, and said, "My patience is limited, and I don't care if you make trouble again!" ”

She lowered her eyes and was silent, as if she was thinking, however, the next second, she held his face and kissed it......