Chapter 64: How do you want me to kiss you? Sleep in his bed, do...
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One was wearing slippers, the other barefoot. The height difference was obvious. He lowered his eyes to examine her. The head that usually rested on his shoulder was now a little shorter. Her silky black hair fell behind her shoulders, the tips sliding to the collar of her pajamas as she moved.
Shen Che politely withdrew his gaze and said concisely: “Take the medicine first.”
Chi Leyou then realized that he was holding the measuring cup lid in one hand: "What is this?"
"Elderberry cough water," he handed it over. "It's great for numbness."
Okay, okay, don’t let her go even if she takes medicine.
She tilted her head back to drink the medicine, her eyelashes fluttering, casting two rows of shadows on her lower eyelids.
After staring at her for a few seconds, Shen Che said in a deep voice: "You drank it just because I gave it to you? What if it's poisonous?"
He's really hard to please. If you don't drink the medicine he gives you, you'll be scolded. If you drink it, you'll be yelled at.
Chi Leyou raised his eyelids, "Poisonous?"
After observing him for three seconds, she turned around confidently and walked towards the bathroom: "Then I'm going to induce vomiting."
"You dare." He uttered these two fierce words with a sticky tone, and he stood at the door and shouted at the girl's back.
I dare not enter my own bedroom.
Chi Leyou was halfway there when she suddenly stopped. She turned to look at him, a smile in her eyes. "I was kidding!"
She stood in the middle of the bedroom, her feet propped up on the carpet, and her overlong pajamas sleeves swung into flying sleeves.
At 9 p.m., the smart lights in the room shift to sleep mode. The furniture around them becomes only vague outlines. A dimly lit mansion is sure to attract a lot of attention from fortune tellers: "The God of Wealth doesn't enter a dark room; wealth is hard to come by."
But Chen Che inexplicably felt that this house had excellent feng shui, and everything about it was good. The sleep-inducing white sandalwood gave off a gentle scent, and he took a sniff, and it seemed as if he could smell her scent as well.
Chi Leyou fluttered her eyelashes, like a child trying to see if her parents were angry, and asked him, "What are you doing?"
Shen Che took the smile into his eyes: "Sniff the God of Wealth."
Chi Leyou looked around. Where did this God of Wealth come from? He must be crazy about money.
He looked at his watch and said, "It's already 9:30. The lights in the dormitory should be turned off."
The last time I heard “lights out” was when I was in high school and living in the boarding school.
She put MeeMee into her pajamas pocket, picked up the pillow, and ran back to the bedroom door.
Chen Che stretched out his legs and blocked the door, "Are you escaping from bed?"
"Guests should stay in the guest room." The pillow in her arms was soft and soft, and she hugged it to her chest, protectively. "This is obviously your room, right?"
With his avoidant personality taking over, Chen Che refused to answer her question: "Is the pillow good?"
Chi Leyou hugged him tightly, feeling the soft and elastic texture, and said honestly: "I just lay down and got up." Whether the pillow is comfortable or not, you will know after you sleep on it.
"Then keep lying there. You won't get a stiff neck tomorrow morning. It's a good pillow." His voice must have cast a spell. With just a few words, it smoothed out the wrinkles in her heart and made her give up struggling. Even the bravest boat needs a harbor to rest.
"Where will you sleep then?"
"You're next door." Chen Che never stepped into his bedroom. He gave her the room to sleep in. That was her private space. It didn't look like a grown man like him running into a girl's room.
"Call me if you need anything."
"Oh." The girl closed the door, feeling guilty about occupying someone else's nest. The door wasn't closed, but a crack. After a long pause, she stammered, "Chen Che, thank you."
I thought she was going to say some sticky bedtime talk to him, but before she could finish a few words, the child managed to squeeze out a word of gratitude, which made Shen Che laugh.
"Are you reviewing the annual figures of 'Moving China'?"
"Ah?" The door opened a little wider, and half a head popped out. Two dark, sharp eyes rolled around, and she suddenly realized, "I'll give you another banner?"
She used "again".
Shen Che suddenly remembered the silk banner she had promised last time.
The girl didn’t receive the first one, so she made a wish for the second one.
Even fraudsters are more sincere than her!
"Where was that last time?" He was so angry that his face turned red.
Chi Leyou felt like he was doomed. "If I told you that the container burned during transit... would you believe me?"
Afraid that Chen Che wouldn't believe it, she pointed out the news on her phone: A fire broke out in a container carrying 15 tons of lithium batteries at a port in Maple Leaf Country.
"My banner was destroyed in the sea of fire?"
Chi Leyou sighed: "Rest in peace, amen."
The man leaning against the door suddenly relaxed. He leaned over to her and said, "The broken flag has been burned. That's its unfortunate fate. Now go to sleep."
He drove the person into the bedroom in a lively manner.
After lying down, Chi Leyou was no longer sleepy.
Her mind was filled with the image of him leaning over her. He was so close to her that his shadow fell on her face, blocking the warm light from above. From her angle, she could faintly see the translucent crimson glow of Chen Che's ears.
Chi Leyou rolled up the quilt and wrapped himself like a baguette.
She leaned over the quilt and sniffed gently, like a puppy, the familiar, safe scent she often smelled on his clothes.
My cheeks were already hot, as was my chest, which felt like it had a small volcano hidden within it, spurting out boiling magma with every heartbeat.
Do you have a fever? She buried her head in the quilt, as if falling into a wider embrace, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
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The grown man who slept in the guest bedroom fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. When he was on the road, his nerves were as tense as steel wires, and he absolutely did not want to sleep before seeing anyone. Now, she was in his house, sleeping in his room, and the tension in her heart relaxed.
I don’t know how long I slept.
Someone shouted in the dream: "Chen Che, thank you~"
He turned around and saw no one. He was attacked from behind, and a light thing jumped onto his back.
"Get down." He said coldly, but his hands held her knees tightly and lifted her up.
"Ah, why are you unhappy?" She didn't speak properly, and her hot breath blew from behind his ears.
"Is that how you thank me?"
Just a simple "thank you".
That’s all.
He is not satisfied.
"Then how do you want to thank me? Jin——"
"Try saying the banner again?" Shen Che raised his voice.
"You're so difficult to please." She complained, but her arms wrapped around him, and her face pressed against his, rubbing the side of his face.
He was silent and enjoyed the soft and smooth touch of his skin.
"Ah," she cried out repeatedly, and subconsciously jumped away, "It's so prickly? You don't shave?"
The girls in the dream come and go.
"I won't shave." He was not satisfied. He had just shaved this morning, but she always found fault.
"Then how do you want me to kiss you?" she murmured.
Overwhelmed with joy, he suppressed his emotions and asked, "Are you ashamed?"
"Oh, then I won't kiss you." The refreshing scent of sandalwood faded away.
"you……"
He tilted his head to the left, and the head lying behind him moved to the right.
After going back and forth several times, it was obvious that she was avoiding him.
Chen Che was unhappy and spoke word by word: "Chi Leyou, you are playing tricks on me——"
"You're so annoying!" She stroked his cheek with her hand and tilted his face to the other side. The breath that infatuated him was overwhelming, and her soft and sticky lips touched the corner of his mouth.
Bo——
Kissing comes with sound effects.
The girl looked unhappy: "It's so prickly, are you a savage?"
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He woke up suddenly.
The LCD alarm clock is exactly the same as the one in the master bedroom, showing 3:20 am.
After six or seven hours of sleep, I got out of bed feeling a little awake.
I scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on my face. The person in the mirror had messy hair like seaweed, and really looked like a savage.
Thinking of the patient sleeping in his bed, he paced back and forth at the door, resisting the urge to go in and visit the patient.
Showing up at a girl's bedside in the middle of the night is enough to warrant calling the police.
Without warning, a "bang" sound came from next door.
Chen Che flew to the master bedroom and tapped his knuckles three times rapidly.
"Chi Leyou?"
He listened carefully, but there was no movement inside the door.
"I'm coming in?" He spoke hastily, opening the door abruptly without caring whether there was a response from inside.
The lights in the room were dim, and the person lying on the bed was motionless.
A ringing sound broke out in my ears.
The doctor asked the patient's family to observe whether she would have a fever in the second half of the night. As a "rounding" family member, he did not have the right to disturb her sweet dreams.
He hurried forward and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
His center of gravity dropped as he spoke, and he leaned over the bed, his feet touching a foreign object on the floor.
Bedside stereo and alarm clock on the low table.
How could this thing fall to the ground?
He didn't have time to pick up the alarm clock. His eyes were fixed on the thing on the bed - the girl was sleeping in a radial position with her head buried deep in the quilt.
As for why the alarm clock fell to the ground.
Shen Che's eyes fell on the murder weapon - a pig's trotter curled up in the quilt.
Only then did he see her posture clearly: she was lying sideways, not only that, but also sleeping with her head facing down. The alarm clock was obviously a masterpiece of her adjustment to her sleeping position.
This extravagant bed was designed by Du Yuanshan.
"My son is so tall, only a big bed suits him." In order to make his son sleep comfortably, the illiterate man even learned a new word - king size.
Shen Che sighed, walked around to the other side of the bed, and leaned over to dig her head.
Yes, head.
The eldest young master was very innocent, with his psychology and actions polarized. His fingertips froze for a moment, and he felt he had no idea where to start.
I can only imagine myself as an archaeological expert and carefully uncover the quilt.
The girl rested her head on her arm, her cheek flushed, and she slept soundly in front of him.
Fresh air rushed in, and she felt a little more comfortable, her head leaving her arms.
So she doesn't need a pillow to sleep?
The image of her hugging the pillow tightly stung his nerves. The young master said helplessly: "If you don't get a stiff neck tomorrow, I'll eat it while standing upside down..."
He turned around mid-sentence and said, "Let Sang Shi do a live broadcast of eating shit while standing upside down."
The girl in her sleep picked up the sound through her ear and even in her dream she thought the noise was disturbing. She muttered in her sleep, "It's so annoying."
"What are you talking about?" He leaned over the edge of the bed, very close to her. The girl's phone screen lit up beside the bed. Face unlock failed, and her deep eyes were illuminated by the light from the phone, clear and transparent.
“…Savage.” The girl murmured again.
Shen Che was slightly puzzled and asked in a low voice: "Are you participating in a sacrifice in an African tribe?"
A new pink color appeared on her fair and tender cheeks, and the next moment, her lips moved.
Everyone in the second-generation circle of H City knows that Young Master Shen is not an easy person to get along with.
The wolf bared its fangs at others, but even its breathing slowed down when it came to her.
"I'm here, what do you want to say?" Shen Che thought she was going to speak, so he moved closer and listened devoutly, "Hmm?"
When he felt the warm and soft touch on his cheek, he exploded and ran away with his neck tilted back.
The girl closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Her red lips moved, and the target person in her dream disappeared. She had to pout and search.
Shen Che went crazy: "...Awake?"
The sleeping ghost was in a daze, and dreams and reality were both real and unreal.
I didn’t wake up, but I kept smacking my lips in my dream.
Who is this stinky girl talking about? Chen Che was struck by lightning: "Chi Leyou, who are you dreaming about? You are so beautiful!"
Sleeping in his bed and having lustful dreams, is she still human?!
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