Chapter 141 The Turtle Bit Me
Han Zhan has a clean and refreshing smell.
Smells good.
The steady heartbeat was like the drumbeat that Doctor Rong played when he was treating her, again and again. Through his nightgown, which was neither too thin nor too thick, Shi Yin felt a little comforted when she heard it, and her restless heart was soothed.
Her clenched hands loosened slightly.
No more shortness of breath.
Shi Yin said: "There are no good people in my dreams. You can't enter the good ones."
Han Zhan thought for a moment and said, "I'll try harder."
"Um?"
“Try to eliminate all negative images, add a few points every day, and strive to get a perfect score in the near future.”
"What's a perfect score?"
Shi Yin still didn't understand.
She looked up, and Han Zhan just looked down. As their eyes met, she heard him say, "It's like when you take an exam in school, and the teacher uses a red pen to cross out your paper, and then gives it a grade. When I hand in my perfect score, wife, you sign a 100 on my forehead."
Shi Yin: “…”
The room was quiet for a while.
The hazy moonlight climbed up the window sill and fell on the bedside. Shi Yin closed her eyes and tried several times, but she couldn't fall asleep. Just when she was about to give up, a familiar man's voice came from above her head: "Wife, I'm a little hungry."
"Didn't you have enough dinner?"
"The body is young and digests quickly."
"..." Shi Yin was a little speechless. Just when she was about to ask if she should go out and find a chef to order some simple noodles, she heard him say, "Wife, do you think there are wife cakes on the mountain?"
"The convenience store at the gate should have it."
"It's so far."
"I'll buy it for you."
"It's closed, right? The convenience store in the temple is only open until 7pm." Han Zhan looked down at her, pretending to be thoughtful: "Wife, do you think there's a wife in wife cake?"
"No."
"Then why is it called wife cake?"
"have no idea."
"Honey, which part of the chicken is the chicken fillet?"
“I don’t know.”
"Honey, why did the meteorite fall so precisely into the crater? The moon is quite large, and there are so many places it wouldn't fall, but it chose to fall into that crater."
Shi Yin: “…”
Hearing this, she realized that he was playing a trick on her.
She took a deep breath.
She raised her eyes and glanced at him. The word "Han Zhan" was just on the tip of her tongue, but before she could finish it, Han Zhan immediately admitted his mistake and begged for mercy while changing the subject: "Wife, you usually tell stories to me and Ah Xiu at home. It's too tiring. I'll tell you a few tonight, okay?"
Shi Yin glanced at him.
She looks so good, but she is full of bad intentions.
She lay back down half-believingly, but before she could fully settle down, Han Zhan's voice drifted over: "A little girl was selling grenades on a snowy day, but people were busy preparing Christmas dinners and no one bought them. Starving and freezing, she thought of her loving grandmother who had passed away. Unable to bear the cold, she opened a grenade and took the entire town to see her grandmother."
Shi Yin frowned.
Just bear with it.
"One day, the turtle lost his hearing. The doctor examined him and found a small insect in his ear. The doctor asked the little insect what he was doing in his ear. The little insect said, 'I'm telling a story to the little turtle.'"
"Han, Zhan!"
Shi Yin propped up her arms and glared at him.
The man immediately lowered his head.
Without saying a word.
His attitude of admitting mistakes is extremely correct.
Shi Yin was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and called him by his full name again: "Han Zhan, if you tell these nonsense stories again, I will use tape to seal your babble mouth! You are the little bastard! Your whole family is a little bastard!"
"Wife, well, my family now consists of four people: me, Ah Xiu, Uncle Han, and—"
"Han Zhan!"
"Wrong wife, I'm a cuckold."
Shi Yin glared at him again, pulled the quilt under her and lay down, turning over so her back was facing Han Zhan. She let out several waves of anger, the pent-up frustration that had been choking her chest from the nightmare. Without Shi Yin noticing, her relaxed body found a comfortable position, and she fell asleep without a single sign.
The woman's breathing gradually became steady.
The breath is long.
He seemed to be asleep.
Han Zhan put away his playful expression and gazed at her peaceful sleeping face for a long moment before grabbing the quilt and covering her tightly. The temperature at the top of the mountain was much lower than in the city, and it was even chillier at night. The moment he extended his arm, Shi Yin, who was afraid of the cold, instinctively sought warmth and subconsciously turned over, leaning towards him.
Han Zhan was slightly stunned.
Just watching her take the initiative to get into his arms.
His hand holding the quilt was still suspended in mid-air, and the movement paused for several seconds before he slowly lowered it in a trance, covering her shoulders and leaving only a small head exposed.
Time continues to flow.
The clock on the wall ticked away.
Shi Yin's sleep deepened, but Han was no longer sleepy. He remained lying on his side, gently hugging her, sometimes smoothing the loose hair that fell on her cheek, and sometimes touching her porcelain-white ears.
Her breath was warm.
Sprinkled on his chest.
Her brows were relaxed, and her sleeping posture was peaceful, so she probably didn't have a nightmare. Not only that, she probably even dreamed of eating, with her lips moving from time to time.
Han Zhan was amused by her.
He subconsciously reached out and stroked her cheek.
As his fingers touched her delicate skin, his gaze couldn't help but move down, landing on her slightly parted pink lips. As his gaze lingered longer, Han Zhan's eyes deepened, and the hand caressing her cheek instinctively moved from her ear to her neck, then slowly cupped her face, bent down to look at her lips, and kissed her.
Sucking her lips.
Trace the lip shape.
Han Zhan's hand that was holding her shoulder tightened subconsciously, his breathing became disordered, his heartbeat quickened, and his calm black eyes became turbulent, carrying with them the primitive aggression and aggression of a man.
He kissed her.
The kiss gets deeper and deeper.
It's becoming increasingly difficult to control yourself.
He instinctively wanted to absorb all her oxygen. When he heard her whispering and opening her mouth, his mind told Han Zhan to stop, but his body pressed the back of her neck before his brain and sucked on the tip of her tongue.
Wandering on the edge of losing control and going crazy.
The man curled his hands.
The raised blue veins were particularly noticeable on the back of his hand, where the finger bones were distinct. The wedding ring on his ring finger rubbed against Shi Yin's fair skin as his hand moved.
His instinct was to pinch her chin.
Kiss her deeply.
His fingertips brushed the corner of her lips and met Shi Yin's open almond-shaped eyes. Looking closely at each other, Han Zhan saw his own passionate look in her clear eyes.
Han Zhan pursed his lips and said guiltily, "Wife, you woke up before dawn?"
Shi Yin nodded, pretending to think: "Something bit me."
She pulled herself up.
Slowly approaching him above.
Glancing at his red earlobe from the corner of her eye, Shi Yin reached out and tapped his shoulder blades with her fingertips. She imitated the way he had told her stories before and said, "Turtle bite me."
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