In the bedroom, only the dim table lamp was turned on, and the color of the room was dyed into a faint, warm, and warm feeling.

Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun lay side by side on the bed, and there was a distance of about two centimeters between the two of them.

It wasn't the first time he and she had shared a bed, but it was the first time he and she had shared a bed.

In the past, every time she and him did bad things, twice because he was drunk, and once because she didn't know, but now it's different, even if they are together, but there are still some psychological barriers to some taboo things.

The night was quiet, neither he nor her took the initiative to talk, and they could hear each other's breathing.

Neither of them was sleepy, they had been lying in one position for a long time, they were a little uncomfortable, and when he turned over, she also turned over, and then the hands of the two people inadvertently touched together.

Song Qingchun's fingertips trembled, and then he felt the man's warm hand and held her soft hand.

He squeezed her hand very gently, and then shook it like he was holding ten fingers together.

An indescribable sweetness and beauty spread out from the palms they clenched, and even the atmosphere of the entire room became incomparably warm and comfortable. Don't mess with that witch when you're reborn

The years are quiet, and this is probably what it is now.

When two people are together, they don't necessarily have to do something in love to be happy, just lying together innocently, holding hands and feeling the sweat oozing from each other's palms, they will also be happy.

Su Zhinian was really satisfied, he became even more satisfied when he felt the satisfaction in Song Qingchun's heart, he couldn't help but shake her hand harder, and then said to her who was sleepy: "Good night, Tingting." ”

Song Qingchun turned sideways and faced Su Zhinian's side, he looked at the man's side face facing the ceiling, and his eyebrows bent: "Su Zhinian, good night." ”

Su Zhinian couldn't help but turn around and face Song Qingchun.

The two men were lying on their own pillows, staring at each other in the dim light.

Song Qingchun, who was prone to sleepiness recently, soon couldn't support it, her eyelids began to fight, and before she fell asleep, Su Zhinian couldn't hold back, or called her name: "Tingting?" "The Narrator's thousand-year-old demon corpse

"Huh?" Song Qingchun tried hard to open his drooping eyes, stared at the bottom of his shining eyes, and answered softly.

Although he had decided to be with her, Su Zhinian was still a little nervous and uneasy in his heart, he increased the strength of his hand that had been held very tightly with her, and then said in a soft tone: "Tingting, let me ask you one last time, do you really not regret it?" ”

Song Qingchun's little face collapsed instantly, stared at Su Zhinian for a few moments, and said in a bad tone: "Su Zhinian, do you still want to be beaten?" ”

Su Zhinian faced Song Qingchun's angry tone, but the expression on his face became more soothing, and he stretched his arm to Song Qingchun's neck: "Tingting, you regret it in the future and want to leave from me, if I don't let go, don't blame me." ”

When Song Qingchun heard this, the expression on her face instantly improved, she laughed twice, and found a comfortable position to lie down in Su Zhinian's shoulder socket: "Don't complain, don't complain." ”

Su Zhinian smiled silently in her heart, lowered her head, and printed a goodnight kiss on the center of her eyebrows.

Song Qingchun, who received his kiss, bent his eyebrows and eyes, nestled in his arms affectionately, and soon fell asleep.