But she didn't expect that Huo Zhengye didn't leave. He came in with a gloomy face and didn't leave until he stared at her until she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
This time, Shu Wan lay on the bed obediently.
He covered himself with the quilt and crossed his hands on the quilt, like a good baby.
She stared at the ceiling for a while with her eyes open, then said to the man standing there, "I can't sleep."
"I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes." Huo Zhengye said.
Close your eyes, open them, close your eyes, open them...
After this happened a few times, I was no longer sleepy.
Shu Wan looked at the man and said, "Hubby, I need a bedtime story before I can fall asleep."
Huo Zhengye's body stiffened for a moment, and the word "husband" sent a tingling sensation from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Shu Wan smiled and patted the empty space beside the bed, "Come here."
Huo Zhengye sat stiffly on the bed. As soon as he sat down, the unique fragrance of Shu Wan lingered in his nose. He couldn't tell what the smell was, but it smelled good and made his heart beat faster.
Huo Zhengye's heart was beating very fast. If you look closely, you can see that the tips of his ears are red. Seeing Shu Wan looking at him expectantly, Huo Zhengye pursed his lips and said, "I can't tell stories."
He still remembered the last time he told a story and scared someone to tears.
Although the other party was a child under five years old, the child's reaction told him that what he said was not pleasing or even scary. What if his wife felt bored or scared after listening?
Huo Zhengye's mouth was like a clam shell and did not move at all no matter how Shu Wan looked at him.
He helped Shu Wan smooth out the wrinkles on the quilt, and put his big hands over Shu Wan's eyes, "Go to sleep."
Shu Wan looked at Huo Zhengye's unnatural movements and eyes and found them more and more interesting.
She pulled Huo Zhengye's hand away, hugged him instead, and said in a low voice, "Honey, I want to hear it. Just tell me."
When Shu Wan spoke, she deliberately moved closer to him. The warm breath spread over the tips of his ears, burning them red, and even his wheat-colored cheeks became ripe.
Huo Zhengye felt dizzy, and before he regained consciousness, he had already started talking.
He can't tell stories, but the thrills and excitement he experienced during his missions are no less than those in the stories.
Huo Zhengye spoke calmly, but Shu Wan felt trembling with fear. The book only described Huo Zhengye's experience in a few words, until he held a high position in the future, as if all success would be easy.
And when Huo Zhengye slowly recounted those moments of life and death crisis, Shu Wan suddenly felt that Huo Zhengye in front of her was a living person, not a stereotyped character in the book. He was flesh and blood, with thoughts and emotions.
"Take off your clothes."
Huo Zhengye blushed. Does his wife want to consummate the marriage?
Although he wanted to, his wife was still pregnant. He asked the doctor, and the doctor said they could not have sex for three months.
Seeing Shu Wan's serious look, Huo Zhengye couldn't help but soften his heart.
Forget it. Since his wife wants it, there is no reason for him to refuse. He can't touch his wife, but he can make her feel comfortable.
Having made up his mind, Huo Zhengye felt much more relaxed and began to take off his clothes.
He unbuttoned the fourth button, and the open shirt revealed his wheat-colored chest, with crisscrossing scars on his well-defined chest.
Huo Zhengye stopped his hand and said, "Wife, stop looking."
"Why?"
Huo Zhengye pursed his lips and said, "It has scars and is ugly."
He was afraid of scaring his wife.
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