Song Yiyi pulled her hand out from Cen Yue's clothes.
She tilted her head slightly and hooked her arms around his neck.
A pair of doe eyes stared at his thin lips without blinking.
Cen Yue lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and mercilessly pressed down her rebellious hand.
He deliberately put on a gloomy face and asked, "Are you not sleepy?"
Song Yiyi's hands were shackled, and she looked aggrieved for a moment, "It's not that I'm not sleepy..."
She was quiet for a second.
My hands couldn't move, and my eyes started rolling around.
Song Yiyi's eyes fell on the scar on Cen Yue's neck. She raised her head slightly and pressed her lips against his.
A light and seductive touch.
Cen Yue was startled for a moment, his whole body suddenly tensed up, he pursed his lips and breathed rapidly.
Song Yiyi didn't intend to let him go just like that.
She fluttered twice in Cen Yue's arms and kissed slowly down his neck.
Cen Yue seemed to know what Song Yiyi wanted to do.
He grabbed Song Yiyi's arms with one hand and used the other hand to grab the back of her neck.
Just like carrying Dazhuang.
Song Yiyi was pulled away by him.
"You..."
Song Yiyi glanced at him and concluded, "How boring."
Cen Yue seemed to be holding back, trying hard to calm his breathing. After a moment, he said softly, "Stop making trouble."
Song Yiyi knew why he was like this.
On the one hand, she had just returned from the hospital, and she was not a beast who would do such a thing to torture a patient.
on the other hand.
My father-in-law is sleeping next door right now.
Cen Yue has some shame.
It was rare to see him get humiliated, so Song Yiyi found it funny and wanted to bully him even more.
After all, she didn't have many opportunities to bully Cen Yue.
In the past, it was Cen Yue who bullied her.
She had shown such weakness during the day, but not only did Cen Yue not offer any comfort, he also gave her, the patient, a slap on the head.
She is so wronged.
Waited for a while.
Cen Yue pulled Song Yiyi into his arms again, placed his warm palms against her back, and patted her gently as if he was coaxing a child.
He reached out to turn off the light and whispered, "Go to sleep."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Within two minutes, Song Yiyi tossed and turned in Cen Yue's arms.
Sometimes she turned her back to him, sometimes she turned over to him, but she just couldn't calm down.
If she were a pancake, she would have been cooked long ago.
Cen Yue finally spoke: "Can't you really sleep?"
Song Yiyi rolled back into his arms and said seriously, "Well, Cen Yue, why don't you tell me a story!"
It's normal to listen to some hypnotic bedtime stories when you can't fall asleep.
Song Yiyi felt that she was kind enough.
She originally wanted Cen Yue to sing a lullaby.
I changed it to listening to the story because I was afraid of embarrassing Cen Yue.
She thought so.
Cen Yue doesn't think so.
When he heard the word 'story', his eyes turned dark and dangerous.
But the lights were out and the person in my arms had no idea.
Song Yiyi was still muttering softly: "Can you tell a story? I guess you can't, otherwise I'll tell you, there was once a..."
He didn't finish his words.
A large hand stretched out to grab the back of his neck.
Song Yiyi was forced to raise her head slightly.
In the darkness, a slightly heavy breath was getting closer and closer.
A cool and soft touch came from my lips.
Cen Yue sucked gently, and all the remaining words of Song Yiyi were swallowed up.
Song Yiyi suddenly fell silent.
She could feel Cen Yue's breathing becoming heavier.
He could also vaguely sense that something was not right with Cen Yue.
But when his kiss came down, it was extremely light and gentle.
He was clearly anxious and gloomy.
The lingering and lengthy whispers are meticulous and patient.
It's like he's trying his best to restrain himself.
Cen Yue had no further plans, as if this kiss was just to shut Song Yiyi's mouth.
He didn't take his own emotions into consideration at all.
Time seemed to stand still.
Fireworks exploded in my head, cluster after cluster.
By accident.
Song Yiyi really likes this.
She began to feel restless again.
At first she teased Cen Yue and had no other thoughts.
I couldn't help it at this moment.
A heat came over me.
"Cen Yue."
Song Yiyi's voice was soft, and there seemed to be a hook in her tone.
Even with the lights off.
Cen Yue could still see the bright and sparkling light in her eyes.
She just called his name.
Cen Yue still understood the meaning.
It shouldn't be like this.
Cen Yue's heart felt as if it were entangled by dense silk threads, and an indescribable sourness and dull pain arose.
The breathing was heavy and disordered.
Cen Yue's forehead twitched.
Thoughts are like a tangled mess, impossible to cut, and the more you try to sort them out, the more tangled they become
He reached out again, held down Song Yiyi's rebellious hands, turned over and pressed her under him.
Song Yiyi could never have imagined it in her dreams.
Cen Yue would be such a person.
She wanted to stop it.
Song Yiyi swore that she really tried her best to stop him, it was just that Cen Yue was too strong.
She couldn't resist.
Besides, with such a face, such a perfect figure and such a service attitude.
No one of 'her' could have stopped it.
In a state of confusion and passion, Song Yiyi opened her mouth and bit Cen Yue's hand that was covering her mouth.
No matter how unbearable it was, she dared not make the slightest sound.
Time flows silently.
Song Yiyi was completely 'comforted' by Cen Yue.
I don’t even make pancakes anymore.
Lying obediently in Cen Yue's arms.
All the scales on the body were smoothed out and turned into gentle water.
Her consciousness gradually became blurred. Cen Yue was holding her in his arms, and a faint voice came from above her head.
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