Song Jinhe rubbed his sore neck and shook his head: "There's no need, I'll get used to it after a long time."

You are not iron-clad, and you have to solicit all kinds of work from yourself. ”

Cheng Qianhuai opened her mouth to say something, but she directly reached out to cover her mouth: "Stop this topic and eat."

After eating enough, we will go back to sleep, and in the future, we will have to sleep during the day and get up at night, and we both have to adapt to this process. ”

Cheng Qianhuai knew that he couldn't resist her, shrugged his shoulders and helped her clip a xiaolongbao, and didn't speak again.

The outside temperature is still not low, and four of the few people who signed up to clean the streets have lost their mobility, but the rest have not given up this opportunity, although they are sleepy, they still go out to work.

The rest of the survivors are either resting at home, patrolling or loosening the soil, and everyone has their own things to do.

Song Jinhe lay at home and had no interest in going out, brewing sleepiness on the sofa, but was picked up by Cheng Qianhuai and put directly on the bed in the master bedroom.

This startled her, and she carefully pulled her pajamas and looked at him with some vigilance.

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her as if she was facing a great enemy, and helplessly stretched out her hand and poked her little head.

"What's going on in your little head? I said I wouldn't force you, don't guard me like a wolf. ”

Song Jinhe rubbed his head a little embarrassed, looked to the side, and picked the bed with his awkward toes.

"I was afraid that you would fall asleep on the sofa and get cold, and the sofa would not be as comfortable as the bed in the bedroom, so I brought you here."

Cheng Qianhuai squeezed to her side very naturally, took the person into his arms, and leaned close to her ear and said: "Don't you say that I forgot, I've been too busy lately, and you haven't been close to me for a long time." ”

Song Jinhe raised his eyes to look at her, put his hand against his chest, and forcefully widened the distance between the two.

"You just said don't let me guard against you like a wolf, do you think this is possible?"

Cheng Qianhuai pulled her closer, and the two were tightly pressed together, transmitting each other's body temperature through the thin fabric.

"No way, because in my eyes, there is nothing more seductive than you."

He leaned over to hold her down, pressed his slender wrists against the head of the bed, and kissed her hard.

The two were entangled and captured each other's cities, but in the end, it was Song Jinhe who was the first to lose.

"Stop."

She gasped/breathed, looking up a little impatiently to avoid it, but the tiny kisses kept moving down her lips.

The neck was bitten by him, and there were suddenly a little red marks where he lingered, and there were more mottled marks on the interlocking bones.

Song Jinhe's body trembled a little, his breathing was too hot, with some meaning that could not be refused, which always made her a little inexplicably afraid.

"Cheng Qianhuai, that's enough."

She tried hard to break free from the shackles, but she couldn't shake him at all, and even he imposed some strength, and there was no room to move.

"Ah He, don't be afraid, don't refuse me, okay?"

Cheng Qianhuai raised his hand and caressed her crimson face, a face that he thought about day and night, and had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Being under the same roof with her, every minute and every second is a test of his endurance.

Song Jinhe looked at his red lips and some begging eyes, and sighed helplessly.

Cheng Qianhuai was always like this, staring at her with those pitiful eyes, as if she was guilty of refusal.

She strained her hands, only to see that he was a little sad and narrowed his eyes, and gently let go of his hand.

"I know I'm going a little too far, but, ...... well"

Cheng Qianhuai didn't finish speaking, but his lips were suddenly gagged, and Song Jinhe turned over and sat on his waist and abdomen, his hair was messy on his smooth shoulders, and there was some wateriness in his eyes.

The black short sleeves on his body were gently lifted by her hem, and the slightly cool hands on her fingertips reached in unceremoniously, carefully tracing the shape of his abdominal muscles.

"8 yuan, alas, Comrade Xiao Cheng usually doesn't exercise less, right?"

Song Jinhe's eyes were slightly bent, and a pair of hands kept igniting fire on him, which made his earlobes red as if they were about to drip blood, and his body temperature was even more scorching.

"Are you still satisfied?"

He raised his hand and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down, and snorted a little unbearably.

"Everything I have is yours, you can do whatever you want."

Song Jinhe felt the obvious scorching heat, and retreated slightly, but he was still hooked by Cheng Qianhuai's face that was different from usual.

He was a male goblin, and now he was deliberately trying to trick her, and he deliberately made a lot of tones, but it really worked.

She really took the bait.

"Cheng Qianhuai, you are not usually like this, aren't you a handsome guy? Do people who know you know you still have this face? ”

Song Jinhe's fingertips moved slightly, feeling his body being pulled by her, and his heart was beating for her.

The man in front of her, everything is in control of her, this feeling is really good.

"It's good that you know, as long as you like it, I can be cold or evil.

Ah He, my goal has always been clear, you are the person I have to chase all my life. ”

Song Jinhe stretched out his hand and picked up his chin: "Love words are quite good at talking, your mouth is quite sweet." ”

The man who was pressed under him breathed rapidly for a moment, squinted at her slightly, reached out and gently hooked her fingertips.

"It's only sweet to you."

Song Jinhe gently raised his hand and rubbed his face, with a bit of flattery in his tone: "Do you want me to help you?" Cheng Qianhuai. ”

After speaking, she reached behind her, feeling the man's body freeze suddenly, and the smile in the corners of her eyes became stronger.

Cheng Qianhuai swallowed nervously, and withdrew his hands to cover his face with some impatience, breathing rapidly, but did not say half a word.

Song Jinhe didn't need his answer, and she didn't want him to be so uncomfortable all the time.

……

Cheng Qianhuai carefully helped her wash his hands like a cooked shrimp, looking at her white and red fingertips, thinking of everything that had just happened, his face turned even redder.

"Cheng Qianhuai, my hands are sore."

Song Jinhe raised his foot and kicked him, frowning and about to withdraw his hand, but he was forced to press on the spot and continue to rinse.

"It's too dirty, don't move."

His earlobes were red and dripping blood: "If you are tired, you can stop, you don't have to worry about me." ”

"Wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable for you if I stopped halfway through? As a girlfriend, I still have to think about your feelings. ”

She winked at him playfully, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Listening to her words, Cheng Qianhuai almost exploded on the spot, and reached out to cover her mouth helplessly.

"Don't talk about it."

Seeing that he was a little shy in his grievances, Song Jinhe's desire to tease him became more and more vigorous.

"What? Don't you like it? If you don't like it, then ......"

Before she finished speaking, Cheng Qianhuai leaned over and kissed her directly.

After the kiss, he took a half step back, looking at her bright eyes a little helplessly.

"Yes, I like it, but I don't want you to be wronged to cater to me."