Song Jihuai has gotten used to it these days and remembers to leave a door open for Su Wanyu every day.
Su Wanyu looked through the crack in the door. Song Jihuai heard the noise and turned around obediently to lie down on the bed, looking at her eagerly, waiting for her to come in and coax him to sleep.
Su Wanyu walked into the room and smiled.
Song Jihuai listened attentively, waiting for Wanwan's bedtime story every night.
But just as he was expecting it, Su Wanyu took the storybook and said, "Husband, read the book by yourself tonight. I have something to do."
Su Wanyu spoke seriously. Before Song Jihuai could say anything, Su Wanyu had already made a decision. She put the storybook on him, turned around and started working on the coffee table beside her.
Song Jihuai: "..."
Wanwan's changes are getting bigger and bigger now.
Su Wanyu held the pen in her slender hand, her head slightly lowered, her eyes focused on the drawing paper on the coffee table.
The warm yellow light in the bedroom fell on her. Song Jihuai looked at her and felt a slight movement in his heart.
I feel that the atmosphere in the room is much warmer at this moment.
My heart was filled and warm in an instant.
Su Wanyu was very serious and wrote with great enthusiasm, and she seemed unaware of Song Jihuai's burning gaze.
Song Jihuai's heart moved, and he turned over and got out of bed lightly, walked barefoot on the floor, and walked behind Su Wanyu.
He even carefully avoided the direction of the light so as not to let his shadow fall on Su Wanyu and affect her.
He stopped.
Only then did I see clearly what Su Wanyu was busy with.
After working for a while, Su Wanyu's work has begun to take shape. It looks like a skirt with complicated patterns painted on the hem, but it has its own structure and does not look messy.
Instead, it is pleasing to the eye.
He was about to continue reading.
Only then did Su Wanyu realize that he was behind her!
"ah!"
Su Wanyu cried out softly, quickly reaching out to cover the paper on the coffee table, and glared at Song Jihuai coquettishly: "Husband, you are not allowed to look at it!"
Her usually soft tone was rarely tinged with a hint of coquettishness.
Song Jihuai laughed.
Su Wanyu glared at him again, hurriedly stood up, and pushed Song Jihuai: "Husband, go to bed!"
How could a little woman push him with such little strength?
But Song Jihuai still followed her strength to walk to the bed. Su Wanyu pushed him to the bedside, then said angrily: "Husband, we agreed it was a surprise, you are not allowed to look at it."
Song Jihuai turned his head and the distance between them was very close.
As soon as he exerted a little force, Su Wanyu threw herself into his arms. The two of them pressed tightly together. Su Wanyu blushed and reached out to push him away. But Song Jihuai was too strong for her to push him away.
Su Wanyu became more and more embarrassed: "Husband, please let me go!"
Even these words sounded like she was acting coquettishly, charming to the core.
Song Jihuai's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head and kissed Su Wanyu's cherry lips.
for a long time.
Su Wanyu finally pushed Song Jihuai away, her expression becoming even more charming because of the kiss. She stamped her feet and said, "Husband, you, you, if you do this again, I'll leave!"
Song Jihuai looked at her with a smile: "Draw here." Then he obediently got on the bed again and picked up the storybook from the bedside.
Su Wanyu was satisfied.
He turned around, sat down on the carpet next to the coffee table, and began to paint.
Song Jihuai was holding a storybook in his hand, but his eyes were on Su Wanyu.
The petite woman was wearing a cute pink pajamas and sitting on the cold gray carpet, which seemed to add warmth to the room with a noble and cold decoration style.
Su Wanyu has long, smooth hair hanging down, looking gentle, well-behaved and clever.
The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.
Su Wanyu was painting very seriously, and Song Jihuai couldn't take his eyes off her.
The little girl was probably sleepy and yawned, but soon continued to paint.
Song Jihuai glanced at the clock on the bedside.
One o'clock.
“Pah.”
He heard the sound of a pen falling on the coffee table and turned his head quickly.
But he saw Su Wanyu had fallen asleep on the coffee table, her black hair made her fair cheeks look as white as jade, and her long eyelashes cast a silhouette on her cheeks.
She looks sweet and well-behaved when she is sleeping.
Song Jihuai's face suddenly showed more tenderness and doting. Because the little woman had fallen asleep, he did not hide the expression on his face at all.
He gently but skillfully lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, walked to the coffee table and picked up the person.
Su Wanyu was really sleepy and was sleeping very soundly at the moment.
After he picked her up, Su Wanyu subconsciously snuggled in his arms, found a comfortable position, and then continued to sleep.
So cute!
He suddenly felt like he was raising a daughter.
He put the person into his warm bed and was about to let go.
Suddenly I felt a faint force on my pajamas.
He lowered his eyes and saw that Su Wanyu's hand was tugging at the corner of his pajamas. Her strength was very gentle and weak, but Song Jihuai could feel it.
He stopped and the little girl grabbed the corner of his clothes, apparently unconsciously.
But just this one action was enough to make him overjoyed!
"Husband..."
Su Wanyu murmured.
Song Jihuai was too afraid to move, thinking that Su Wanyu had woken up. But when he looked carefully, the little girl was still sleeping soundly, only murmuring, "Husband."
Call him.
Song Jihuai couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
So, Wanwan called his name even when she was asleep!
Thinking of this, he hurriedly picked up the phone beside him, pressed the record button, and whispered, "Wanwan, call me again."
His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Wanwan."
He murmured, and just a name was filled with endless affection.
But Su Wanyu obviously had no intention of answering him anymore. She even turned over, loosened her hands that were holding the corner of his clothes, and subconsciously rubbed them on the pillow, finding a comfortable position.
As if because of the familiar smell, he quickly fell into a deep sleep under the quilt...
Song Jihuai: "..."
Just flirt and run?
He looked at Su Wanyu with resentment, what an irresponsible woman!
Thinking of this, he simply climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Su Wanyu, one hand resting on her waist. His nose was filled with the fresh and pleasant smell of the young woman's hair.
Song Jihuai has always been a light sleeper, but at this moment he fell asleep quickly.
The next morning.
Warm sunlight streams in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Hmm."
Su Wanyu murmured and opened her eyes dazedly.
What I saw was an unfamiliar environment.
She blinked. Why did it seem like there was... someone else beside her?!
Husband!
Su Wanyu looked at Song Jihuai who was still sleeping and was so scared that she almost jumped up!
She, she, she, how did she end up sleeping in the same bed with her husband?
Su Wanyu's face was so red that blood almost dripped out.
Her heart was beating fast and she felt very shy, but her body felt like it had been acupunctured and she dared not move at all!
be terribly upset!
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