Love begins with marriage v. 41
The large snow-white on his chest can be seen in full view.
Sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment, I looked down at him.
The neckline is falling, and you can even see the undulating curves.
Duan Baiting's eyes darkened slightly, and he moved away quietly.
But as if she couldn't understand the situation, she approached him and asked, "But how are you going to the bathroom now?" ”
The bed was too big, so she leaned over slightly and took his arm: "I'll help you over." ”
The arm sank into an unusually soft touch, and the lines of the muscles tensed in that moment.
Duan Baiting's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was several degrees hoarse compared to before: "I'm just having a fever, not being disabled." ”
Song Wanyue was more honest with him: "The balance of the body is done by the cerebellum, what if you burn out your brain." ”
After listening to her words, Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds, and then laughed a little.
"Where do you have so many crooked reasoning?"
Just now, Dr. Fang came and said that it was a fever caused by a respiratory infection.
After taking the medicine, the fever has subsided. Except for a slight cough, nothing serious.
It was Song Wanyue who cared too much and wanted him to lie down.
In a wealthy family, parenting etiquette is the most indispensable lesson.
Coupled with the fact that she is familiar with words and eyes, she is accustomed to observing words and feelings.
The scale of interpersonal interaction is also just right.
If the other party advances, I will retreat. If the other party retreats, I will advance.
Always keep the distance between the two people in an ideal state.
Now that Duan Baiting's expression had eased, Song Wanyue began to kick her nose and face again.
"Doctor Fang has said it, let me take a good look at you, you need to rest today."
Her pretty face was a little stern.
Duan Baiting's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to pinch her face: "It's not good to find a backer." Dr. Fang was hired by me and took my salary. Do you say he listens to me, or do I listen to him? ”
This calm rhetorical question really stopped Song Wanyue.
She was forced to tilt her head and meet his eyes.
Although he gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes, he was narrow and long, and he was more ambitious than amorous.
Song Wanyue's big watery eyes seemed to be a contrast between the two extremes.
She knelt on a chair with her hands on the top of the bed. Let him pinch his cheeks.
"You can disobey Dr. Fang, but I can't disobey."
She always adds an interjection after her speech, which may be a habit she has developed since childhood. Let even the most ordinary sentence sound like coquettishness.
Coupled with her already soft timbre, it feels like a kitten whimpering.
She looked serious and scared him like a child: "If you don't go, you should wet the bed!" ”
The tone of the sigh that follows is aggravated.
Duan Baiting pressed the curvature of the corners of his lips and gently looked away.
Two nonchalant words: "Yes." ”
Eventually, he complied with her and allowed her to carry her able-bodied self to the bathroom.
Physical contact was indispensable, and her skirt was so thin.
Duan Baiting also only wore a shirt.
The room temperature is high, and the fragrance is warm.
His breathing gradually became a little heavy, and he stretched out his hand and pointed out the door: "Get out." ”
Song Wanyue didn't move: "It's not that I haven't seen it, why are you ashamed." ”
Don't say look at it, she's still ...... Crossing and ...... Pass.
Duan Baiting looked at her expressionlessly.
Song Wanyue was a little weak-hearted, and took a step back: "It's always okay, right?" ”
He remained unmoved.
Song Wanyue could only retreat behind the glass door, but the person was still in the bathroom: "This is already my biggest concession." ”
Duan Baiting closed the door.
After a few seconds, Song Wanyue didn't hear any movement inside.
She hesitated, "Aren't you alright?" ”
There was still no sound inside.
She was not at ease, and risked Duan Baiting to be angry, and opened the door.
Seeing that he was already fully dressed, he opened the window at this time and stood by the window to smoke.
Song Wanyue frowned and muttered, "I'm coughing like this, and I'm still smoking." ”
She asked him, "Are you okay, I'll help you out." ”
He dusted off his cigarette ash and looked unusually unnatural: "You go out first, don't worry about me." ”
Song Wanyue didn't know why: "Why, are you ......?"
Before she could finish speaking, she was stunned.
It was said in physiology class that a certain part of a male is in a state of congestion, and there is nothing to ......
Duan Baiting's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The eyes that have always been cold show a little dullness: "Go out." ”
Song Wanyue gave an obedient "oh".
Took two steps, then stopped.
She turned to look at him and hesitated: "You...... In this way, it is ...... It's because ...... Me? ”
He leaned against the wall, looked at her dress, and took a deep breath: "Who else can it be?" ”
Chapter 20
Song Wanyue was stunned and stunned, and slowed down for a while before reacting.
I was a little overwhelmed.
"That'...... That requires...... Can I help you? ”
She volunteered to bring it up.
Duan Baiting's gaze stayed on her for a few seconds, and then moved away: "You go out first." ”
The hoarse voice due to illness, coupled with smoking at the moment, seems to be wrapped in lust.
It becomes particularly muffled.
But it's not unpleasant, but there's a kind of sultry temptation.
I often heard people say that Duan Baiting's temperament was too cold and difficult to figure out, and he didn't dare to approach him even if he had a crush on him.
Song Wanyue felt that the group of people had no vision.
The more people like that, the more interesting it is to conquer.
"I'm fine anyway, I'm ...... Just like last time......"
Facing his indifferent eyes, she stopped talking again, "Then I'll wait for you outside, how long will it take you?" ”
He opened the door with one hand, pressed her shoulder, and gently pushed her out: "Don't wait for me. ”
The four words without emotional ups and downs can be heard with some rejection of indifference.
Song Wanyue stood outside and paused for a while before looking down at her feet.
Baby pink cotton and linen slippers with moonlight on them.
The shoes were made by Aunt Qin, and the moon was also embroidered by Aunt Qin herself.
Duan Baiting told her not to wait, she preached.
The bathroom is in the room, so I didn't put too much effort into the soundproofing.
Song Wanyue could faintly hear heavy breathing, even after restraint, it was already inaudible.
But there are still moments like the waves of a hurricane, and it is futile to try to suppress them.
Song Wanyue's hand was still on the doorknob, originally thinking intimately that if he needed it, she could go in and help him at any time.
But at this moment, he was swept away by the shame of hindsight.
At this time, Duan Baiting is undoubtedly sexy, and the sex appeal is too seductive.
The restrained breathing, the thoughts hidden in his eyes, even the most common indifference in him.
It's definitely not the same as usual.
I don't know how long it has been, but the sound of the water has been heard.
It lasted for a while and finally stopped, and the man opened the door.
Song Wanyue's expression was still in the stage of confusion, and her ears and cheeks were covered with a thin layer of powder.
She looked up at him.
Duan Baiting didn't say a word, met her gaze for a few seconds, and moved away indifferently.