Chapter 167 A Short Separation Is Better Than a New Marriage
Grandma Qin supported her knees with her elbows and her head with her old hands, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
Finally, she shook her head and said nothing.
It’s great to be young.
We just came back from the hospital and decided to go out to the city to play tomorrow.
Are you sure you won't feel unwell tomorrow?
On the way home, Song Shuyan looked listless and drowsy as soon as he got in the car.
I was woken up by Zhou Jingshen when I arrived at the door of my house.
His voice was rather cold, but she sensed a hint of gentleness in his tone, "Wake up, or should I carry you down?"
"hug……?"
Song Shuyan's mind was not very clear, and she just repeated his words. However, he bent down as if he had received an imperial decree, leaned sideways into the car, unbuckled her safety buckle, and reached out with both hands to hug her tightly.
He moved very gently and slowly.
And always be on guard to prevent her from hitting the car door.
Her body suddenly sank, and Song Shuyan suddenly woke up. In panic, she hugged his neck and exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
She glanced around, understood the current situation, blushed, and said hurriedly, "Put me down, I can walk by myself."
Zhou Jingshen's eyes darkened. He didn't listen to her and strode into the house, coaxing her, "It's okay, I can hold it."
Song Shuyan's face was full of question marks.
Is this a question of whether or not you can hold it?
She blushed and lowered her head. She was afraid that the clothes she was wearing would smell after two days of wearing them.
Destroy her image in his mind.
Fortunately, once they were inside the house, he put her down and went into the kitchen.
Song Shuyan stared blankly at him as he cleaned the pot for boiling water, went in and out to fetch two buckets of water and poured them into the pot, then lit the fire to boil water.
After taking a shower, Song Shuyan put on his clothes and didn't rush out.
She soaped her changed clothes.
Zhou Jingshen heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop. After waiting for a while and seeing her not come out, he frowned slightly and knocked on the door, "Shuyan, are you not done yet?"
Song Shuyan didn't even raise his head, rubbing his sleeves and saying perfunctorily, "It's almost there! It will be ready soon."
He was not at home these days, so she was actually used to getting up the next day to do the laundry.
But if she goes out now, she won't get up as early as him tomorrow, and when she gets up, the clothes she has taken off will probably be hung on the clothesline.
She felt embarrassed to let a grown man wash her clothes every day, so she decided to do it herself.
Zhou Jingshen stood at the bathroom door, waited for a while, and knocked on the door again, "Shuyan, what are you doing in there?"
Song Shuyan felt that the air in the bathroom was not circulating and it was a bit stuffy. Thinking that washing clothes was not something shameful, he rinsed the foam off his hands, opened the bathroom door, turned around and went back to sit on the small stool to continue washing clothes.
She raised her lips and smiled at him, "I'm doing the laundry, it will be ready soon."
Zhou Jingshen watched her jade-white little hands rubbing the stains on her sleeves with great effort, and was about to tell her to leave it alone and let him do it, as he was stronger.
Song Shuyan had given up on washing the stain. She rubbed the clothes a few times, wrung them out, changed the water, and washed off the remaining foam on the clothes.
Forget it, as long as it has no taste.
As for other stains, they can't be washed off.
Zhou Jingshen frowned slightly in silence, but did not say anything, for fear of hurting her self-esteem by revealing that she did not wash the clothes cleanly.
He was thinking that after she fell asleep, he would take down the clothes she had hung out to hang and wash them again.
Zhou Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at her delicate profile. She was concentrating on hanging clothes.
After not being close for several days, he felt a little distracted. His eyes flashed, and he strode back to the house to find a change of clothes, and took a cold shower in the bathroom.
He was absorbed in thinking about something, and his movements involuntarily quickened. He quickly finished his shower, came out with a fresh, damp body, closed the door, and went into the house to look for someone.
The quilt on the bed has a beautiful arc.
After hanging up the clothes, Song Shuyan still felt a little dizzy, so he lay down to rest. He had only slept for a while in the car and couldn't fall asleep now.
She heard him open the door and enter the room, and her long eyelashes trembled.
The bed beside me suddenly sank.
His slightly cool hand reached out, slipped under the hem of her pajamas, and stroked the skin around her waist.
His big hands suddenly became warm.
She dodged for a moment and stammered, "I, I feel dizzy."
Zhou Jingshen stopped moving, looked up and carefully observed her complexion, and asked worriedly, "Do you want to vomit?"
"Besides the dizziness, where else do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Does your stomach hurt?"
It was Meng Lang who forgot for a moment that she had just returned from the hospital.
Song Shuyan grabbed the quilt covering her chin with both hands and shook her head gently. She was just a little dizzy, not as serious as he thought.
His warm, beautiful fingers gently stroked her hair, pulled the light cord, and whispered, "Go to sleep."
Song Shuyan was not sleepy, so how could she sleep?
She lay in bed, tossing and turning, always feeling uncomfortable lying in the same position for too long.
The slight sleepiness that Zhou Jingshen had just felt was driven away by her. The sweet scent from her body filled his nose. She was at the age of full vigor and vitality, and had just started eating meat and vegetables for several days.
He was so impatient that he straightened his body and told himself to restrain himself, restrain himself again and again, and not touch her.
She is not feeling well.
Song Shuyan, however, didn't know the consequences and either kicked him with her delicate feet or accidentally touched him with her hand when turning over.
Zhou Jingshen's forehead twitched and he could no longer bear it. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.
Song Shuyan exclaimed.
His chest was like a furnace, so hot that she wanted to lift the quilt and let the cool breeze in to cool her down.
She reached out and pushed him, "What are you doing? Let me go."
He hugged her too tightly and she was uncomfortable.
She frowned.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move!"
"I'll just hold you for a while."
He buried his head in her cheek, behind her ear, and rubbed her neck. The warm breath hit her face, feeling a little itchy. Song Shuyan suddenly remembered a word.
Rubbing ears and cheeks together.
Song Shuyan blushed, feeling the body behind her holding her in his arms getting hotter and hotter. She couldn't help but wonder, would a hug really make her better?
She moved slightly.
A low gasp escaped from his throat, which was particularly sexy and seductive.
Song Shuyan was somewhat tempted.
She turned and gave him a random kiss on the jaw.
Zhou Jingshen's eyes lit up, as if he had received tacit approval, and he leaned close to her ear and asked, "Is it okay?"
Song Shuyan glared at him angrily. Do you still need to ask such a question?
She thought she was glaring at him.
In his eyes, her expression was particularly cute, neither angry nor unhappy, and particularly attractive.
He lifted her chin and kissed her.
After one session, Song Shuyan pushed him away and said, "That's enough. I have to go out tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay."
He promised everything, but his actions were different. He was saying one thing and thinking another.
"You..." Let go!
Song Shuyan's words that wanted to curse were blocked.
Later, she didn't know when she fell asleep, nor did she know whether she fainted or fell asleep.
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