"But...... Yes! ”

Long Jingze didn't want to listen to her anymore, but he directly picked up the person from the chair and pressed him to the bed.

The pencil that Shang Qian drew fell to the ground and broke.

She can't draw now, Long Jingze thought.

Holding her waist and not letting her get out of bed, Long Jingze quickly turned off the lights in the room.

Covered Shang Qian with a quilt, and said sullenly: "Sleep!" ”

In the dark, Shang Qian lay in the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

One is not sleepy, and the other is that I think the design is not finished. This feeling of worrying is really uncomfortable.

The woman arched back and forth under the covers, and the man's brow furrowed.

stretched out his big palm, through the quilt, and slapped it on Shang Qian's buttocks.

Shang Qian's body stiffened and did not move.

didn't dare to provoke him again, and flattered: "You sleep with yours, don't disturb you." ”

Long Jingze hugged the person tighter, and Shang Qian's whole person was passively attached to his arms.

The man gradually fell asleep, but he was still shallow but couldn't sleep at all.

That night, she had been thinking about it, even the style of her clothes.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed that she was drawing a design.

The so-called day thinking, night dreaming.

In the morning, as soon as the day dawned, Shang Qian in bed opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

Hehe, it's dawn, and now, he can't stop her from drawing the blueprints.

Quietly moved out of the man's arms, but he had nothing to hold, so he stuffed his pillow into his arms again and let Long Jingze hold it.

Seeing that he was still sleeping with his eyes closed, Shang Qian quietly got out of bed.

Picking up the pencil that had fallen on the floor last night, I grabbed a knife, went to the trash can, and sharpened the refill.

Cut to the right sharpness, carefully move the chair away without making any noise, and try not to disturb the man who is still sleeping.

Sit in a chair and turn your head.

Long Jingze was still asleep.

Shang Qian relaxed, lowered his head and carefully drew the design draft that was not finished last night.

Half an hour later, the man on the bed frowned, trying to show signs of wakefulness, and the feeling of fullness in his arms made him hook the corners of his lips in his sleep.

He said a good morning kiss with his eyes closed, and his thin lips fell on the pillow.

This feels very wrong!!! Isn't it shallow!!!!

The man opened his eyes suddenly, looking into his arms, how to pillow!!!

Suddenly, I heard the rustle of a pencil rubbing against the paper next to me, and my eyes traced the past.

In the field of vision, Shang Qian is wearing plush loungewear, and his hair is scattered and drawing design drawings.

Some of them hung down on the paper, and as long as they didn't block her view, they stayed there.

She has always liked to sleep lazy, why did she get up so early today.

Long Jingze didn't rush to get up immediately, but lay on the bed, staring at her all the time.

When Shang Qian stretched his body and stretched his waist, he coughed lightly in his throat and reminded her.

Well? Brother Jing woke up?

Shang Qian turned his head to look at the man lying on the bed, and met the man's dark eyes.

showed a bright smile and said, "Morning~"

Seeing that he was silent, Shang Qian explained: "I only got up at dawn to paint." ”

"What's the deal with the pillow?" Long Jingze's temples jumped suddenly, she had better explain to him, he kissed the pillow just now!

Of course, the pillow is in my arms, Shang Qian thought a little weakly.

"This ...... I don't know...... I've been drawing drawings since I got up, probably ...... Be...... It's you who hold it yourself. ”