Chapter 119: "Why Is Your Waist So Soft?"
When he woke up again, Shi Yuan found that his whole body was nested in Yan Yao's arms.
Yan Yao didn't know when he had woken up, and he was looking down at her.
The face of the little woman in his arms subconsciously rubbed his chest, with indescribable softness and dependence.
"Yan Yao, why are you awake yet?"
"I don't think I got enough sleep."
The girl's voice that had just woken up was a little sweet and delicate.
Yan Yao saw her close her eyes again, her eyes full of pampering tenderness.
Feeling the strong and powerful arms around the waist, I wish my waist was hot.
The man's own sense of aggression made her inexplicably hot, and she closed her eyes and pulled off the quilt on her body.
The upper and lower pajamas rubbed up halfway with her movements.
The girl's thin waist and perfect curves are exposed under the eyes.
The hem of the top is rolled up, revealing a section of pale skin.
Yan Yao was originally hugging her waist through the clothes, but at this time, the clothes were rubbed up, and the palm was soft to the touch.
Shi Yuan didn't realize how dangerous and seductive his movements were, but he felt that the temperature around his waist was hotter.
Thinking of today's schedule, she opened her eyes and looked at Yan Yao again.
Yan Yao looked at her in a daze with her eyes open, his eyes seemed to be looking at him but not looking at him, and he scratched her waist dissatisfiedly.
Shi Yuan laughed out loud.
"It's itchy."
grabbed Yan Yao's bad hand, and before she could make any more moves, Yan Yao had already buckled her five fingers.
Ten fingers interlocked.
Afraid that she would cool her belly, Yan Yao pulled her blouse down.
Shi Yuan's eyes rolled, and he had come to his senses.
Yan Yao looked at her re-rolled eyes and kissed her on the cheek: "Are you still sleeping?" β
Shi Yuan shook his head: "You just made me doze off." β
"How do you want me to pay?"
Shi Yuan pointed to the wardrobe: "Help me pick out the clothes I wore today." β
Yan Yao's tongue was slightly dry, and he deliberately misinterpreted her meaning: "Okay, help you wear today's clothes." β
Shi Yuan glared at him.
Outside the window are snowflakes, and next to the pillow are the people you like.
Yan Yao only felt inexplicably happy and quiet at this moment.
She bit the girl's ear: "You are talking in a dream." β
Shi Yuan blinked, and his attention was diverted: "What dreams?" β
Yan Yao's tone was a little cold: "Say I'm annoying." β
Shi Yuan pouted, thinking that before going to bed, Yan Yao was like a kissing monster, and kept kissing her: "I said I was going to sleep, and you still kissed me." β
Yan Yao corrected her: "You said you were going to sleep, but I didn't kiss it." β
Seeing that the person in his arms didn't speak, Yan Yao's lips hooked up a wild smile: "Have you dreamed that I have been kissing you?" β
Shi Yuan's cheeks warmed up and withdrew from his arms.
"It's not."
Yan Yao propped her head with one hand and hooked her waist back.
The dark eyes looked at her without blinking, and their gaze was as deep as a secret.
Shi Yuan was imprisoned in his arms, holding the sheets in his hands: "I dreamed that you kept biting me." β
Yan Yao raised his eyebrows: "It turns out that I kissed you and bit you, and you prefer me to bite you." β
It's not serious to compare with Yan Yao, and Shi Yuan can't compare it at all.
"I'm going to get up."
Yan Yao hugged the delicate softness in his arms and was reluctant to let go: "Except for saying that I'm annoyingβ"
When he was willing to wait for him to follow-up, Yan Yao deliberately hooked her, and waited for more than ten seconds without speaking.
She didn't want to know that much, either.
Fake.
The corners of Yan Yao's mouth hooked slightly in her ear and whispered, "You also said that you love me very much." β
Shi Yuan stared at his eyes, for no reason, she felt that she should not have said this sentence in her dream.
Looking at the smile in Yan Yao's eyes, Shi Yuan didn't mind making him happier.
She leaned close to his ear, "I love you, Yan Yao." β
Yan Yao's breathing was stagnant, and his heart was uncontrollably out of frequency.
After saying this, Shi Yuan had slipped out of his arms, and got off the bed like a loach.
Yan Yao pinched his ears and chuckled at the half-closed door.
Shi Yuan went to the master bedroom lightly, Guan Xiyue slept on all fours, the quilt was on the ground, and the white rabbit pillow pressed on her.
Picking up the quilt from the ground, she first measured Guan Xiyue's body temperature, the temperature dropped a lot, and she still had a low-grade fever.
Seeing that she was sleeping deeply, Shi Yuan changed her fever reducer patch.
Guan Xiyue smacked her mouth, held her hand and sniffed: "Big elbow." β
"Whew-"
Before Guan Xiyue was about to open his mouth to bite, Shi Yuan withdrew his hand in time.
"Guan Xiyue, collect your gluttony, this is my hand!"
The sleeping man speaks without barriers: "My whole body is full of treasures." β
Shi Yuan covered her with a quilt, thinking she was awake.
"When I woke up, I got up and took the medicine."
Guan Xiyue didn't speak again, and turned over with a rabbit pillow.
After watching Guan Xiyue for a few seconds, seeing that she showed no signs of waking up, Shi Yuan closed the door and went out.
After boiling the soup, Shi Yuan boiled millet porridge and eggs.
By the time she returned to the second bedroom, Yan Yao had already picked out her clothes.
The second bedroom has more clothes in the wardrobe room than the master bedroom, she has too many clothes, and the master bedroom is only a part.
Yan Yao was answering the phone behind her back, and when she saw that he hadn't noticed her coming in, she wanted to see the clothes he had matched her.
She took a light step and scooped up her clothes and quietly went to the bathroom.
There was a slight noise on the door.
After changing her clothes, it only took one minute, breaking her record for the fastest winter dress in more than 20 years.
Relieved, she didn't take Yan Yao's words seriously.
This person will really change her clothes.
Pushing open the door, Yan Yao was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an unlit lady's cigarette between his fingertips.
Yan Yao was willing to dress neatly when he saw it, and raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you take it off, I'll help you put it on again." β
Shi Yuan's eyes were on him, watching him speak, and ran to him to cover his mouth.
Yan Yao grabbed her waist and brought the person to her lap, and her chin rested against her soft hair: "Why is your waist so soft?" β
Shi Yuan coughed and his ears were hot: "From now on, you are not allowed to speak, otherwise you will not be allowed to kiss me for a week." β
Yan Yao met her gaze, his eyes falling on her lips.
Shi Yuan looked at the cigarette case on the bed, which was the last pack of cigarettes left in her house.
Yan Yao found this pack of cigarettes by mistake because he happened to pick this dress.
Silently stuffed the cigarette in Yan Yao's hand back into the cigarette case, and Shi Yuan hid it again in a purple coat that Guan Xiyue would never choose.
Yan Yao touched his chin and wanted to tell her, it was too obvious.
Thinking of Shi Yuan's threat, Yan Yao chose not to speak.
The two had a simple meal, and Yan Yao followed Shi Yuan to Shi's house to pay New Year's greetings.