She and Shen Tingzhou have been together for three years and have not taken a group photo.

So after seeing the photo in the photo frame in the corner, Meng Wanyi was stunned.

She stood on her tiptoes, made some effort, and took the frame off.

With the bright lamp, she could see the picture more clearly.

In the photo, Meng Wanyi curled up in Shen Tingzhou's arms with her eyes closed, her hands naturally tugging at his clothes, while Shen Tingzhou lowered her eyes and kissed her forehead.

Gentle and delicate.

In the picture, the lighting is a little dim, and the angle is not perfect, as if it was taken secretly.

Looking at the bed linen and the environment, the location should be her bedroom.

But in Meng Wanyi's impression, Shen Tingzhou had never set foot in his bedroom, let alone lying on the same bed with him.

Staring at the familiar pajamas, Meng Wanyi frowned, memories came flooding back, and her expression froze for a moment.

So the night I had a fever, it wasn't a dream, the person who coaxed me and took care of myself was Shen Tingzhou.

Realizing this, Meng Wanyi suddenly felt that the photo frame in her hand was a little hot, and she put it back in a panic, and she didn't care about looking at other photos.

Before leaving, Meng Wanyi couldn't help but glance back at Shen Tingzhou again, and scolded softly, "Liar."

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Tingzhou had a nightmare.

In the dream, Meng Wanyi was quietly waiting for the red street lights on the road.

As soon as she stepped onto the zebra crossing at the green light, a runaway van on the opposite corner hit her straight at her.

Shen Tingzhou desperately wanted to rush over to save her, but was held down by a group of people who came out of nowhere, and then his vision was dyed red by a large patch of blood red.

The dream came to an abrupt end.

Shen Tingzhou raised his head suddenly, gasped a few times, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, didn't care about the numbness of his legs, and rushed to the master bedroom.

When he arrived at the door of the master bedroom, Shen Tingzhou found that his palms were sweaty, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

He desperately needed to see Meng Wanyi at a glance in order to suppress that feeling similar to fear.

He just grabbed the doorknob, and unexpectedly found that the bedroom was not locked tonight, he subconsciously thought that Meng Wanyi had not come back, and pinched the doorknob's hand, and suddenly made a move.

It wasn't until he pushed open the door and saw the little man on the bed that he exhaled.

Shen Tingzhou held his breath and paced to the bed, looking at Meng Wanyi's sleeping face.

Meng Wanyi in her sleep seemed to be pressing something in her heart, even if she was asleep, her willow eyebrows were frowning tightly.

The whole person is like a hedgehog hugging the pillow together.

Shen Tingzhou suddenly remembered a saying that insecure people will only have a night light at the head of the bed when they sleep, and they have to hold something to fall asleep.

He stroked the messy sideburns on Meng Wanyi's forehead distressedly, and stretched out his hand to carefully pull down her nightdress that reached the root of her legs.

and put the air conditioner that she kicked to the side on her stomach.

However, at this time, Meng Wanyi suddenly turned over and turned her face towards him.

At that moment, Shen Tingzhou felt that his heart was about to jump out.

Fortunately, Meng Wanyi didn't wake up, and he stood quietly at the head of the bed for a while.

Then he quietly closed his clothes and lay down, gently hugged her through the quilt, and touched her back as before.

The tip of his nose lingered with the fragrance that belonged to Meng Wanyi, and gradually Shen Tingzhou also closed his eyes.

In the morning, when he heard the custard bun scratching the door, Shen Tingzhou woke up violently.

I don't know when, Meng Wanyi rolled into his arms again.

He gently put down the hand that was lying on his waist, and then carefully raised his arm to avoid pressing Meng Wanyi's hair,

The degree of caution, as if he was holding a bag of dynamite in his arms, not a beautiful girl.

After Shen Tingzhou successfully got out of bed, he turned back when he arrived at the door.

Gently smoothed out the folds that he had pressed out of his sleep, and then exited the door.

When Custard Bao saw her come out, he immediately ran to the corner and jumped around with a leash in his mouth.

The round eyes seem to say: go out and play, go out and play.

Shen Tingzhou made a silent movement.

"Quiet, can't wake Mom."

Custard bun immediately sat on the ground obediently.

Quiet as a chicken.

Shen Tingzhou touched its head rewardingly, then went to change into sportswear and went for a morning run with a custard bag.

And Meng Wanyi had a good night's sleep and slept directly until ten o'clock.

When she washed up, Shen Tingzhou had already made breakfast.

Seeing Meng Wanyi sitting in the restaurant, he put the porridge in front of her.

The consistency is just right, the temperature is just right, and it is suitable for immediate starting.

"This time, I kept my voice down and didn't disturb you."

Meng Wanyi raised her eyes and looked at Shen Tingzhou with a complicated look.

This glance overwhelmed Shen Tingzhou, "Or is it too loud?"

A dull pain of soreness spread in the mouth of the heart, and Meng Wanyi sighed.

"You don't have to."

Shen Tingzhou: "It's necessary, I want to be good to you."

Meng Wanyi buried her head in drinking porridge and did not respond.

Breakfast time was spent in this weird and somewhat heartwarming picture.

After the end, Shen Tingzhou was washing dishes in the kitchen, Meng Wanyi was watching TV in the living room, and the custard wrapped dog leg bit the remote control to change the channel for her.

However, such a dull and somewhat boring weekend was the first time they had spent it together.

When the movie was placed in the highlight part, Meng Wanyi's hand was in the air, and her breath was held.

So much so that Shen Tingzhou handed the potato chips to her mouth, she almost subconsciously swallowed them without turning her head.

The gentle sweep of his teeth and the soft tip of his tongue made Shen Tingzhou feel like he was overpowered, and he fell in love with it almost instantly.

He silently picked up the pillow on the sofa and put it in his arms, and continued to feed the work.

When it came to the third sip, Meng Wanyi reacted, and the moment she looked at Shen Tingzhou with wide eyes, Shen Tingzhou's lips were pasted.

Sweet and sour, it is tomato flavor.

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