If only someone had told her the other day.

She would be in her bedroom, nestled in a boy's arms, watching a movie together, and she would never believe the poetry whispering.

But now, it's really happening.

She, the poem whispered, really lay in the arms of a boy.

Not to mention, Jiang Cheng's shoulders are much more comfortable than pillows.

There is also a heating function.

And it's heated inside and out at the same time.

When the body is warm, the little heart is also warm.

She loved it.

Jiang Cheng found a comedy.

The two of them sat down on the bed and watched.

......

It's close to 12 o'clock, the movie is over, and it's time to go to bed.

Poetry is difficult to whisper.

I want to move away slowly and away from Jiangcheng.

But Jiang Cheng's hand was clenched tightly.

She couldn't move at all.

The poem whispered softly, so he had to speak weakly.

"If you don't sleep, don't hug it."

"It's comfortable to sleep with."

As he spoke, Jiang Cheng lay down.

By the way, he also pulled the poem whisper and lay down.

Don't look at her tall, but she's very light.

Under Jiang Cheng's powerful arm, he can only be at the mercy of Jiang Cheng.

The two of them were lying on the bed with their chests pressed against their backs.

The poem whispered and didn't dare to move, for fear of running into something.

Otherwise, you'll be embarrassed to death.

"That's not good."

"What's wrong?"

"We, we, we're not a couple."

"Didn't my aunt sleep with me like this before?"

"But that's different, you were only in elementary school at that time."

Truly.

Shi Qingyu used to sleep with Jiang Cheng in her arms.

She knew Jiang Cheng when she was in college.

At that time, the two had a good relationship.

And Jiang Cheng likes to stick to her.

No matter how old she is, she will not have thoughts about a little boy.

So Shi Qingyu used to go to Jiang Cheng's house, and occasionally hugged Jiang Cheng and coaxed him to sleep.

But......

"You're grown up now."

"Isn't it good to grow up?"

"It's either bad or inappropriate."

"What's wrong with it?"

"We're not a couple."

"It can be in the future."

Poetry whispers: "......"

Jiang Cheng said so.

What else could she say?

Refuse?

She couldn't refuse Jiang Cheng.

Alas......

There's just nothing you can do with this kid.

The poem whispered helplessly.

"Okay."

"Doesn't my aunt like it?"

The bad Jiangcheng will not let go of the poem so easily.

The poem whispers refuses to answer this question.

How can anyone ask a girl like this?

Don't answer?

That's not going to work.

Jiang Cheng shook the body of the poet softly in a bad way.

"Auntie hurry up, do you like it or not?"

Poetry whispers: "......"

She won't say anything.

What can Jiang Cheng do with her?

"Auntie, don't blame me."

Hum!

She won't say it!

"Give you one last chance, do you want to say it?"

No way.

"Okay, auntie, don't blame me."

Feeling the big hands on the small belly, they began to shift positions.

In an instant, the poem whispered.

"Don't, don't...... I said no, no. ”

"Hmph, hurry up."

“...... Like. ”

If not for the fact that the room was quiet enough.

Jiang Cheng couldn't hear that sound yet.

If you like it, it's fine.

Then he can sleep with the poem whispering.

"Go to sleep."

"Hmm."

Sleep, huh?

The first time she was held like this by a boy, how could she sleep?

How dare she fall asleep?

Poetry whispers and can't sleep.

Jiang Cheng slept soundly.

Holding the woman's soft body, smelling a good fragrance, don't sleep too well.

I have been single for 22 years, and for the first time I have slept with a soft and fragrant woman, it is beautiful.

Jiang Cheng soon fell into a sweet sleep.

In the dream, the poem is very bold, open, and playful.

It's just that Jiang Cheng is even more powerful.

He made the poem whisper until it couldn't be done in minutes.

Jiang Cheng slept soundly.

But the poetry whispers uncomfortably.

There's a big stove attached to the back.

How can she sleep with a yellow flower girl?

Such a posture is still too dangerous for girls.

What if, what if, oh, what if Jiang Cheng is not a person?

How could she resist?

Tangled to come.

Tangled to go.

Tangled for a long time.

Shi whispered and didn't know how she fell asleep.

......

Tonight was definitely an extraordinary night for the two of them.

The two of them have a clearer mind for each other.

And the relationship goes even further.

Jiang Cheng became more and more greedy for the beauty of poetry and whispering.

The poem whispered more clearly, her feelings for Jiang Cheng.

......

The next day.

Bright light, through the curtains, illuminates the dimly lit room.

Under the white quilt, the two were clinging to each other.

The two of them were sleeping soundly, without snoring or rolling.

Everything is so quiet.

"Mmmm......mmmm

Poetry whispered to wake up first.

Still thinking about the same as usual.

Roll around the bed twice, stretch, and get up again.

However, as soon as he wanted to move, the poem stopped whispering.

The warm body behind her is always reminding her.

Jiang Cheng is still holding her.

Huh......

How could she do such a thing?

They're not a couple.

How can you sleep with a boy?

Just in case, only in case.

What if Jiang Cheng doesn't like her?

Shi whispered for a moment.

Jiang Cheng dared not to dislike her.

She absolutely clicked the scissors for him.

If you take advantage of her, you can't live up to her.

For a woman who wakes up early, she should make a hearty breakfast.

The poem moved softly.

And then......

Danfeng's eyes almost turned into fawn eyes.

Jiang Cheng, a boy of color, how can this be?

She's still a yellow flower girl!

How could she be allowed to touch such a cute ......

Phew, it's scary stuff!

What to do?

What to do?

It feels too obvious.

It's hard for her not to pay attention.

The shy woman's face is hot and hot.

She wanted to slip away.

But Jiang Cheng has legs, sandwiching her long legs.

And the big hand on the small belly is very strong, and it can't break free.

Jiang Cheng's whole person was clinging to her tightly, like a koala.

It literally killed her.

The woman who can't escape can't control her crankiness.

What if Jiang Cheng was going to forcibly do her?

Isn't this just right?

Then he was lying on his stomach, and she was lying on his stomach......

Can't think about it anymore.

Can't think about it anymore.

The poem shook her little head softly.

Shake off all the yellow waste inside.

"Mmmm......mmmm

Jiang Cheng also woke up.

I don't know what my intentions are, Shi Qingyu immediately closed her eyes, slowed down her breathing, and pretended to be asleep.

Some people say that the happiest moment is when you can open your eyes and see the person you like lying around.

Jiang Cheng finally felt it.

Sleep side by side, sleep with a hug.

The feeling of waking up is different.

Holding and sleeping, it seems that the poem whispering is already his person.

The dog food class has started: sleeping with a girl, you must pay attention, it's embarrassing to wake up in the morning!