Cong Nian: "..."
How can I make you so cocky!
But since she needed help from someone, she could only do as he wished.
"Ahem...Brother...Brother."
With a red face, he stammered.
These two simple words felt like they were burning in the mouth when spoken in front of He Sui.
After hearing this, He Sui felt relieved.
The corners of his mouth are almost curled up to the sky.
If he had a tail, it would be wagging happily at this moment.
How can she be so well-behaved and cute?
He stepped back to the bed with a smile and gave her a standard knight's salute:
"Mr. Cong, please."
Cong Nian walked over with the sound of "thump thump thump" in her small leather shoes.
When passing by He Sui, he deliberately stepped off the side, and the thick and hard sole of his shoe fell on He Sui's foot which was wearing slippers.
The fingers are connected to the heart.
The most painful thing in the world is to suddenly kick your toes against the corner of a cabinet while walking barefoot.
The kind of piercing pain that can make people burst into tears in an instant.
This is roughly how He Sui feels at the moment.
"hiss."
Her pretty face wrinkled up, and she was about to use the Hedong Lion Roar inherited from her ancestors.
Cong Nian covered his mouth pretending to be nervous and blinked his eyes innocently.
"Brother, I didn't see it. I'm so sorry."
"Did it hurt, brother? You won't be mad at me, will you?"
Let me ask you, who would have the heart to be mean to her?
He Sui felt like he was doused with a basin of cold water. The little flame of anger that had just ignited was extinguished with a "sizzle".
Even smiling foolishly.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm not hurt."
Cong Nian secretly made a face and started rummaging through He Sui's closet.
It must be said that He Sui’s wardrobe makes people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel very comfortable.
Hang clothes of the same color together, from left to right, from cool to warm, and from dark to light.
Cong Nian took out a few white shirts and tried them on.
This length can be used as a skirt!
He Sui sat on the edge of the bed and started "watching his wife" mode.
He watched her pick and choose in her closet, picking up things and hanging them back up again without blinking.
This feeling... is surprisingly wonderful.
It was a feeling he had never experienced in the past fifteen years.
It's like... waiting for my sweet wife to go out on a date.
He can hold her tiny waist with both hands, right?
This calf, he would be willing to be kicked twice.
"Is there a smaller one?"
Not finding a satisfactory shirt, Cong Nian turned around and asked someone sitting on the bed.
But he was staring at her... waist? Or her hips?
Stop! No matter where it is! It’s all right!
Rolling up his sleeves, Cong Nian approached He Sui step by step, like a Shura holding a crescent-shaped sword.
And he was completely unaware.
"He! Sui!"
Cong Nian bent one leg and rested his knee on the edge of the bed.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar, and she now has grasped He Sui's weakness.
He then grabbed his ear quickly, accurately and fiercely.
“Hey hey hey!”
The person who felt the pain finally came to his senses and lost his balance and fell backwards.
Even when he fell down, he did not forget to pull her wrist.
Cong Nian's knees slipped and she fell onto the bed with him.
My brain was spinning rapidly, as if a three-dimensional coordinate system appeared in front of me.
Seeing that if she fell like this, she would most likely kiss his face or forehead, Cong Nian tried to tilt her body.
She didn't want him to tease her and say:
Yo, you kissed me and still said you don’t like me?
Well, after precise measurements, it should be safe to fall at this angle.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes.
In a flash, Cong Nian felt that something seemed to be wrong.
He lowered his head as if in slow motion, but could only see He Sui's forehead and hair.
And his face...
"ah--!!!"
Cong Nian sat up from He Sui and grabbed his hair.
He Sui's face was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.
The enchanting eyes were half-closed, with the corners of the eyes raised, and the brown-red teardrop moles at the corners of the eyes seemed to be a little redder.
The pain from his scalp exploding and tearing continued to irritate his fragile nerves.
"Let go, let go!"
When people are in special circumstances, their inner universe will usually explode.
He Sui felt that if he didn't stop her, his hair would soon be separated from his scalp.
She closed her eyes tightly, her face flushed red, but the strength in her hands didn't seem to decrease at all.
He Sui had no other choice.
He thrust his hips forward and turned over, pressing the person sitting on him under him.
He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and with a little force he made her let go of her hair.
The situation suddenly reversed and Cong Nian stopped shouting.
Before He Sui could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw someone under him with red eyes.
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, then slid down and disappeared into the quilt, leaving behind a small watermark.
He couldn't bear to see her cry, and immediately felt a little helpless.
"Hello……"
He Sui released his grip on her wrist.
Although I like to tease her and watch her act like a little wild cat.
But he really couldn't bear to see her tears.
He stood up and sat beside her, put his hands under her armpits, and gently hugged her into his arms.
Patting her back gently.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't mean it."
He Sui swore that he had never spoken to anyone so gently in his life.
But this silly rabbit in his arms, every frown and smile, affects his emotions.
He didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only pat her back gently again and again, using the warmth in his arms to soothe her tears.
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