I took off my watch with one hand, and then removed the armband from my arm, and rolled the cuffs up.

I don't know how her family spoils her on weekdays, and she is arrogant like this.

While Song Wanyue waited for him to carry her princess back to the room, he put one hand around her waist and let her sit on his arm like a child.

Song Wanyue screamed in fright, and reflexively hugged his neck.

There is no romance, but there is a scare.

It wasn't until she was thrown back into bed that she gradually came back to her senses.

Seeing the shirt on his body, he lost his previous meticulousness, and at this moment his sleeves were wrinkled by himself.

The moment he sat down, his arm muscles tensed, and the touch of the lines was particularly clear.

It wasn't until she came out of the shock at this moment that she slowly began to reminisce.

The seductive sexual tension made her want to try again.

As soon as he sat up and was about to make a request, Duan Baiting turned off the light.

In the darkness of the night, he lay down beside her.

The tone was a little stern: "Settle down, sleep." ”

Chapter 21

Song Wanyue's voice was a little dull in the quilt.

"Sleep? Which kind of sleep, sleep-vegetarian or sleep-meat? ”

Duan Baiting: "......"

She didn't give up, her head popping out of the covers, and the only thing in the room was the floor lamp.

The light is the most soothing, with low visibility, but you can still see the large silhouette of the person on your side.

For example, Duan Baiting's superior side face and bone appearance. His brow bones and jawline have a bold sense of sharpness.

Song Wanyue was messing around: "You don't make it clear, in case I think ...... nonsense."

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he covered her mouth with his hand and hugged her back into his arms tightly, not giving her another chance to speak.

"Vegetarian, shut up."

She rubbed it in his arms with satisfaction, smelling the good smell of his body: "Oh. ”

The night was quiet for not long.

Her voice sounded softly again, very soft, deliberately lower than usual.

"Duan Baiting, I like to be held by you so much."

Didn't wait to respond.

She was dissatisfied, bit him the shoulder, and said aggrievedly: "Ignore people again, do you hear it?" ”

The hand on her back was harder and held her tighter.

The tone of his voice was also much softer: "I heard it, go to sleep." ”

She nodded obediently, "Oh." ”

This sleep was particularly sound.

In the morning, Aunt Qin came to knock on the door, and Song Wanyue woke up from Duan Baiting's arms.

Physical problems, as soon as autumn and winter come, her hands and feet are prone to chills.

Especially at night.

Even if the heating is turned on in the home, it won't make much difference.

When she was younger, her mother tried an electric blanket for her, but she was prone to fire and later switched to a warm water bottle.

Maintain a few hours without fever.

Now I am sleeping with another person, and I have a fever at 24 hours.

The hand reached in along the hem of his pajamas and rested on his abs.

His feet are against his calves.

Song Wanyue's body also became warm.

She lay on the bed, humming and refusing to get up, writhing in his arms.

Duan Baiting glanced at the time, half past seven.

According to his usual routine, he went for a morning run at six o'clock and went to the company at seven o'clock.

His sleep quality is average, he wakes up easily from light sleep, and his sleep time is shorter than that of ordinary people.

Yesterday was probably too relaxing and slept a little deeper.

He let go of his hand and was about to get out of bed.

Song Wanyue hung on him like a koala, and said, "Sleep for a while, there is still time." ”

Duan Baiting covered her with the quilt: "You sleep slowly by yourself." ”

Song Wanyue refused to let go and began to play scoundrel: "I can't sleep without holding you." ”

Duan Baiting got up, and she followed suit, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her thin white arms around his neck.

His eyes didn't open, and his throat let out a whimper.

"Sleep a little longer, a little longer, okay, okay."

Duan Baiting was pestered by her headache and gave the last concession: "Half an hour." ”

Succeeding, Song Wanyue fell asleep in his arms again with a satisfied smile on her face.

Half an hour is really half an hour, not a little more, no less than a point.

Song Wanyue accepted it when she saw it, and this time she didn't continue to lie on the bed.

Washing and changing clothes, in the dining room, Aunt Qin had already prepared breakfast.

Duan Baiting was neatly dressed, with a well-cut dark gray suit and sapphire cufflinks.

As he descended the stairs, he expertly tied his tie.

Song Wanyue drank soy milk, and from the second he appeared, her eyes had been following him.

At least for now, she finally understood why Shizuka was so resistant to marrying the bald man.

Even if it is an emotionless marriage, marrying a handsome guy, seeing such a face every morning will make the mood refreshing and happy.

Duan Baiting dragged out the chair and sat down, adjusting the lower tie with one hand.

Aunt Qin knew that he was not in the habit of eating breakfast, so she prepared a cup of American food for him.

The TV in front of us is broadcasting financial news, and the host is explaining the rise and fall of the stock market.

Duan Baiting took a sip of coffee and looked at it casually.

Song Wanyue didn't understand either, so she cut off a small piece of toast with a knife and fork and dipped it in some honey and butter.

She eats very slowly, a habit she has developed since childhood.

My mother said that you should chew and swallow slowly when eating, and eat without saying anything.

Duan Baiting occasionally took his eyes off the TV and glanced at her.

I saw her head down, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, and she was eating in small bites.

The skin is white and delicate, with a goose egg face and full of collagen.

When chewing, the cheeks are bulging one by one.

In general, I haven't woken up too much yet, my eyes are half-open, and I stop eating and eating.

The hand holding the knife and fork was just on the edge of the table.

The head hangs down a little bit. When his forehead was about to touch the plate, Duan Baiting reached out and dragged it.

She woke up suddenly, sat up straight, and looked at him with sleepy eyes: "Is there an earthquake?" ”

Seeing her look like she had just woken up from a big dream, Duan Baiting smiled: "If you are sleepy, go upstairs and sleep for a while." ”

"Nope." In order to save time, she abandoned the habit of chewing slowly and ate the slice of French toast into her stomach in three or two bites, "If I was late, I would be laughed at again." ”

She still remembers the saying that spread all over the company - follow Sister Song and be hungry nine times a day.

Duan Baiting's eyes narrowed slightly: "Who laughed at you." ”

Song Wanyue was embarrassed to tell him.

Don't talk to him about this kind of humiliating matter.

Seeing that she was so sleepy, Aunt Qin smiled and said, "I'll make you a cup of coffee to refresh yourself." ”

Song Wanyue shook her head: "Don't be so troublesome. ”

She brought the cup in front of Duan Baiting and took a sip.

The whole face suddenly distorted with bitterness: "You didn't put sugar?" ”

Aunt Qin chuckled on the side: "Bai Ting drinks coffee without sugar, I'll make you a cup of sweetened and milked again." ”

Duan Baiting's gaze fell back on the coffee cup in front of him.

White ceramic, at this time the rim of the cup has an extra lip print, very light, very shallow.

He turned the cup slightly, his fingertips rubbing against the lip print.

His eyes were lowered, and a smile flashed under his eyes.

Idiot.

finally eliminated the bitter taste in her mouth, and Song Wanyue's drowsiness was completely gone.