Sang Tianen lifted Yan Zheng's legs, hugged him and sat him on top of himself. He kissed the tip of his nose in return and smiled lovingly, "Why are you like a puppy?"
Yan Zheng hugged her neck and said in a sticky voice, "Do you like puppies kissing you?"
Sang Tianen was stunned for a moment, then raised his chin and asked in a very strange tone, "Puppy?" He seemed a little surprised.
Yan Zheng's eyes flashed and turned to the back of Sang Tianen. His pink toes shamefully grabbed a few wrinkles on the blue-green bed sheet. He didn't know why he said such words.
Sang Tianen seemed not to notice his embarrassment. His eyes swept across the moist lips and continued to ask, "Why are you not talking?"
Yan Zheng no longer had the courage to look at her. He lowered his eyelids and whispered, "It's too late, let's go to bed." As he was about to get up, he was pushed back by Sang Tianen.
How can it be possible to flirt with someone and then run away?
Sang Tianen continued to lift his chin, but unlike before, this time it carried a hint of irresistibility. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a calm voice, "Baby, why do you want to run away before you even finish your words?"
"...I, I didn't want to run away." Yan Zheng blinked lightly, a few physiological tears seeped out of the corners of his eyes, and the sound he made sounded a little pitiful.
"Really?" Sang Tianen applied a little more force to his hand, half forcing and half tempting, "Tell me, whose puppy are you?"
Yan Zheng's hands tightly grasped the fabric on Sang Tianen's waist, his cheeks flushed. After a few seconds, he said, "I am your puppy!"
Sang Tianen took advantage of the situation and pushed the man down, his wolf-like eyes roaming over the large expanse of fair skin exposed by his collar: "So good!"
As soon as the words fell, the whole person attached to it...
It started to rain heavily early the next morning. Purple lightning flashed in the sky like a giant snake. Huge thunder roared past, and the glass windows were hit by raindrops like steel balls.
Sang Tianen opened her eyes, and the heavy sound of rain in her ears made her frown subconsciously. The man next to her nestled in her arms like a kitten, hugging her with an extremely affectionate posture.
His breathing was very light and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.
Sang Tianen stroked the man's smooth shoulders and glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside table. It showed five thirteen. It was too early to wake up.
At this moment, thunder rumbled outside the window again. Yan Zheng moved, rubbed his head against Sang Tianen's chin, and asked in a vague voice, "What time is it?"
Sang Tianen touched his head and whispered, "It's past five o'clock, it's still early."
"Hmm." Yan Zheng hummed, pressed his thighs on her, and fell asleep.
Sang Tianen laughed silently and stayed awake for a while in bed. She carefully moved Yan Zheng's hands and feet away, picked up the pajamas beside the bed and put them on, planning to go downstairs to make breakfast.
His arms suddenly felt empty. Yan Zheng dazedly opened his sleepy eyes and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Cook, you sleep a little longer." Sang Tianen let down the hem of his nightgown and said, "I'll call you later."
Yan Zheng nodded in a daze and closed his eyes again. Sang Tianen had tormented him for too long last night, and now his body felt like it was falling apart. He just wanted to take another nap to make up for the lack of sleep.
Sang Tianen went to the kitchen on the first floor and cooked a bag of multi-grain porridge, steamed a few buns, fried a plate of spicy and sour potato shreds, and finally took out a bag of pickled mustard greens and mixed it with sesame oil. A simple breakfast was ready.
The sky outside was still dark, and the lights in several houses in the building opposite were on. Sang Tianen took a sip of warm water and looked at the landscape trees swaying in the storm with a calm expression.
She rarely got up so early. If it weren't for the loud thunder, she would usually sleep until around seven. After drinking a glass of water, Sang Tianen, with nothing to do, decided to go to the second floor to write.
It was seven o'clock soon, and Sang Tianen's cell phone rang. She turned off the alarm, and suddenly Yan Zheng's voice came from outside the door: "Xiao En, where are you?"
Sang Tianen quickly closed the document, stood up and responded with an "ah". Yan Zheng pushed the door open and walked in. He was still wearing his pink bunny pajamas and his hair was messy. As soon as he saw Sang Tianen, he hugged her waist.
The two were in the passionate period of love, and they couldn't help hugging each other when they met, as if they had skin hunger. Sang Tianen was better, but Yan Zheng's symptoms were obviously more serious.
"What's wrong?" Sang Tianen asked, lowering his head, "Did my cell phone alarm disturb you?"
Yan Zheng shook his head slightly, his voice filled with a hint of grievance: "I just had a dream. I dreamed that you married a young and handsome man. No matter how I called you, you ignored me."
"It's just a dream." Sang Tianen was amused by his childish appearance.
"This dream was so real. You even kissed that boy with a smile on your face like a chrysanthemum." Yan Zheng muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Chrysanthemum?" Sang Tianen raised his eyebrows and stared at him. What a crappy metaphor!
"I cried so sadly. Look, my eyes are swollen." Yan Zheng pointed at his slightly red eyes and complained.
Sang Tianen held up his face and looked at it carefully. She felt that he was exaggerating. It was just a little red. Where was the swelling? She just touched her eyes, and her skin was redder than this.
"Yan Zheng, this dream is not something you made up, right?" Sang Tianen looked at him suspiciously.
Yan Zheng looked at her angrily and said, "You think I'm lying to you? What's the reason? Why would I make up a fabricated dream to lie to you?"
"Maybe you're not satisfied with my performance last night?" Sang Tianen said in a frivolous tone, and took Yan Zheng's hand. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You're my sweetheart now. I'll pick the stars from the sky for you."
Sang Tianen's attitude irritated Yan Zheng, who was already in a bad mood. He said angrily, "Can you be more serious?"
Sang Tianen felt very helpless. Sometimes she really couldn't understand her boyfriend's train of thought. It was just a dream. Did he want her to apologize to him on behalf of the 'Sang Tianen' in the dream?
Wouldn't this be ridiculous?
"I apologize. I shouldn't have married the boy in my dream, ignored you, or questioned you," Sang Tianen said gloomily.
"Since you apologized so sincerely, I will forgive you, but you have to swear not to do anything to let me down in your dreams in the future." Yan Zheng said seriously.
Sang Tianen looked at him with a mixture of laughter and tears and said, "Brother, can you please be reasonable? This is your dream, how can I control it?"
Yan Zheng thought about it and felt that he was being a bit unreasonable. He pursed his lips and said, "Then don't do anything to let me down in your own dreams. Is that okay?"
"Okay, okay!" Sang Tianen grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go downstairs and have breakfast. The porridge should be ready."
Yan Zheng suddenly stopped and refused to move. Sang Tianen looked in the direction of his gaze in confusion and found that his eyes were fixed on several piles of books on the floor.
Her eyes widened instantly, and she thought to herself, "Oh no!" These books were the romance novels she had used to learn love skills, and she hadn't finished reading them yet, so she hadn't put them on the bookshelf.
Yan Zheng won’t find out anything, right?
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