When they got home, Song Tingshen carried her out. It was snowing in Haicheng in winter.

Shen Shuyi was suddenly struck by a chill, and she subconsciously retracted her arms. The next moment, a warm coat wrapped her up. She leaned against the man's hot chest, and what she saw was the entrance garden covered with snow.

When they returned to the room, the charcoal fire had already been burning and the room was warm. Song Tingshen carried her to the bed and then stood up to take off her shoes.

Shen Shuyi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the man who was only wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his sturdy forearms.

She mumbled, "I want to take a bath..."

"You are drunk. Take a bath after you wake up." Song Tingshen wet the towel and wiped her face. The woman in front of him came close to him, opened her arms and hugged his waist coquettishly.

"A Shen, it's cold, I want to take a bath."

The softness in front of him pressed against his arm through the cheongsam, and the touch made Song Tingshen's muscles tense.

Shen Shuyi raised her little face and stared at Song Tingshen's rolling Adam's apple. She subconsciously reached out to touch it.

Song Tingshen suddenly hugged the person in his arms and strode towards the bathroom, "Then you better be good, you may fall if you move too much."

Shen Shuyi put her head on his chest obediently and nodded a few times.

The man smiled and coaxed her to take off her cheongsam and get into the bathtub filled with hot water.

“Please help me, I see Pankou running, and I can’t hold it…” Shen Shuyi raised his eyes and looked at him.

Song Tingshen stretched out his hand helplessly. Just as he unbuttoned a few buttons, the fair skin burned his hand, as if a flame had burned into his heart.

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