After falling asleep for about three or four hours, a sudden force pressed on Wen Yingheng's body, pulling him out of his sleep.

Professor Wen opened his eyes suddenly, and after feeling that his body seemed to be unable to move, he forcibly held back his panic and thought about the current situation—could it be that he had encountered a ghost pressing the bed?

It is said that people will encounter 1-3 ghost presses in their lives, but I didn't expect my first time to come so late.

It's just that...... A faint scent of oranges slowly enters the heart, a very familiar smell that makes people slowly recover from their panic.

Could it be that the ghost press bed will still encounter hallucinations? After waking up for about twenty seconds, Wen Yingheng finally regained all his sensory functions, and he could feel a softness when he moved his arm slightly.

It was as if someone was lying on top of him in an octopus-like position.

"Liu, Liu Zhimin?"

"Well, what?"

The expected voice came from the position of Moon Youngheng's chest, but the girl could lower her voice as if she was not very happy.

As he spoke, the two arms that hugged Wen Yingheng's waist were a little harder, and Wen Yingheng was firmly imprisoned on the bed.

The breath that the girl exhaled as she spoke invaded her pajamas along her collarbone, bringing a slight itch and warmth.

"It's nothing, you come up a little. Your jaw hurts my ribs. ”

Wen Yingheng supported the root of Yoo Jimin's thighs with his hands, which were not spacious in the activity space, and lifted her up a little, and the heads of the two came to a roughly flush position.

So the posture that was originally similar to "pressing" on Wen Yingheng's body was changed to riding on Wen Yingheng's waist.

Yoo Jimin's legs locked the sides of Moon Young-heng's waist and abdomen, and his arms wrapped around Moon Young-heng's chest - a bit like holding a working boy.

"Why did you come to me at night?"

"Sleep, no, sleep, the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes...... But now it's much better. While talking, Yoo Jimin suddenly felt a burst of heat coming from his lower abdomen, so he glanced at Wen Yingheng in the dark, and then adjusted his posture slightly to keep the hot feeling away from him.

"Is it me?" His fingers lightly touched Yoo Jimin's back, and although he was through his pajamas, Moon Young-heng could still feel the girl's well-defined back that perfectly combined bone and flesh.

Then gently patted Yoo Jimin's back with his hand, and Moon Youngheng could intuitively feel that Yoo Jimin's breathing was much more even.

"Well, sort of...... But I think it's a problem for both of us. If you ask you a question, you must, answer me truthfully. ”

"If you don't answer truthfully...... What are the consequences? ”

"It will be like this," the girl lightly opened her lips, her gums gently hit the boy's artery, and the subtle pain made Wen Yingheng feel that he was going to have blood gushing in the next second: "I will eat you." ”

"Then it seems necessary to tell a lie."

"Yikes! I'm not kidding! Yoo Jimin was a little anxious, and supported the bed with both hands, thus supporting his body, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of his nose, and Moon Youngheng could feel the itch caused by Yoo Jimin's hair hanging down and falling into his pajamas.

"Then you ask. I promise to answer truthfully. ”

"If, I mean, you meet a girl who is a little cute and has you all over her head, and she still has time to play with you, will you leave me?"

After a short silence, the girl's breathing seemed to be rapid, and the hot breath that came out blew on Wen Yingheng's cheeks.

"This question seems a bit out of the blue, I haven't met anyone like that."

Judging from Yoo Jimin's silence, she was obviously not satisfied with this answer, so Moon Youngheng continued: "Rationally speaking, the kind of person you depicted would indeed be a better partner, but ......"

"But what?"

"I belong to Yoo Jimin. I don't believe that such a person can snatch me from Yoo Jimin's hands. Well, not necessarily, maybe there are ......."

"Yes, no!" After a short silence, the hot and tender cheek flesh was tightly pressed against Wen Yingheng's chest, as if he was a little unwilling, and Yoo Jimin then asked, "Then you tell me who can snatch you from my hands." ”

"The only thing that can snatch me away from the current Yoo Jimin is Yoo Jimin in the next second."

The ghost sent the gods, Wen Yingheng said the words that he usually didn't say well.

"It's not annoying! It's not allowed to be so numb next time. ”

"Understood."

"What do you understand! Do you have a sense of independence, do you do what you want? Obviously, it was Yoo Jimin who put his side face on Moon Young-heng's chest, and the girl's rapidly hot skin seemed to make Moon Young-heng hear Yoo Ji-min's speeding and beating heart.

"Then I'll be a little more numb next time?" Asked tentatively.

"It's at this level, no more......" Yoo Jimin muttered quietly, pressing his ear to Moon Young-heng's chest, listening to the rhythmic and secure heartbeat with satisfaction.

"Some people...... What are you going to compete with me?"

This was Yoo Jimin's last thought before falling asleep.

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Liu Zhimin is so lacking in sleep, this little pig sleeps too much, because she was pressed under her, so Wen Yingheng didn't sleep well in the second half of the night.

As long as he moved his body slightly, he would be stopped by Yoo Jimin's "humming" sound, so Wen Yingheng could only lie in this position for half a night.

"Are you awake?" Wen Yingheng looked down at the sleepy-eyed Yoo Jimin, the girl's slightly scattered strands of hair fit on that delicate face, perhaps because of the deep sleep is more sufficient, Yoo Jimin can only half-open his eyes for a while, and he can't fully wake up.

The girl stretched her waist in confusion and took a deep breath: "Ah...... What time is it? ”

"Nine thirty-two in the morning."

"How much! It's half past nine! Almost instantly, Yoo Jimin sat up from Wen Yingheng's body and looked for his slippers in a panic: "It's over, it's over, how could I sleep so dead...... It's going to delay the trip of the combination. ”

"Your agent just called."

If it weren't for a smart watch to be able to answer calls, Wen Yingheng, who was firmly suppressed on the bed, really couldn't reach the mobile phone at the bedside.

"Delayed for you by an hour......"

"Whew! That's good! Liu Zhimin breathed a sigh of relief, and his fair cheeks turned red again after waking up: "I didn't run to your bed because I couldn't sleep, I was just worried that you would be afraid of the dark at night, so I came to accompany you." ”

"Got it, I thank you."

"Hmm...... Then I'll go first. ”

"Wait a minute!" Before Yoo Jimin left the bedroom, Wen Yingheng, who was numb in his hands and feet, called out to her: "You help me change into pajamas, my hands and feet are a little numb." ”

The girl followed Wen Yingheng's gaze and looked down, only to notice that there was a wet mark on the chest of his pajamas.

"That's definitely not my saliva, well, it's your sweat when you sleep in the heat." Yoo Jimin glanced at the ceiling with a feeble eye.