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She lifted the quilt and slowly got out of the bed.
Seeing that she was coming, Liang Yu vacated inside.
Zheng Yimian stretched out her fingers, pinched the corner of the quilt, held her breath, and burrowed into it in one go.
Liang Yu's quilt was very warm.
He stretched out his hand, Zheng Yimian froze suddenly, feeling his fingers brushing against his arm.
His tone was hoarse and lazy: "Why is it so cold? I haven't slept for so long?"
This kind of natural familiarity and intimate movements made Zheng Yimian feel in a trance.
Her voice also softened unconsciously: "Maybe I am a little bit cold."
Liang Yu stretched out his legs, hooked her legs between his own, frowned, and said in a tone of dissatisfaction, "Are your feet so cold?"
Zheng Yimian: "I didn't bring socks"
He pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth opened a little: "It's okay, just bring me here."
He held her little head, adjusted his posture, and moved his arms up.
Looking down, she saw that her eyes were closed, her facial features seemed to be a little wrinkled, and her eyelids were still trembling.
Liang Yu couldn't help it, and lowered his head to kiss her eyelids.
Feeling that the person in his arms was obviously like a frightened little rabbit, but still trying to maintain his composure, he found it funny.
After thinking so, he really laughed out loud.
He laughed so that his whole body was trembling: "Are you so nervous? Huh?"
She didn't speak, and buried her head down again.
He reached out and stroked her hair gently: "Okay, relax, just sleep, I won't do anything else."
"I know" Her voice sounded weak.
After a while, he thought she was asleep, but suddenly he heard her calling him: "Liang Yu."
Liang Yu lowered his head and rested his chin on her forehead: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Her voice is very soft, like the gentle wind passing by in late spring, full of tenderness and yearning.
"¡¡Thank you."
"no need thank me?"
But she shook her head and rubbed against his chest: "I'm asleep."
He spoke softly, like a whisper: "Sleep, good night."
In fact, he didn't say a word.
He wanted to say, so did he.
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Early the next morning, Zheng Yimian still woke up in his arms.
He seemed to have maintained this position all night without moving, with one arm resting on her pillow and the other around her waist.
Hearing his steady breathing, Zheng Yimian stepped back a little bit, moved her body up, and opened her eyelids to look at him quietly.
His face looked extraordinarily hazy in the half-bright light, the clear and light contour shadows were looming, and the fine fluff beside his cheeks had a different texture.
I don't know why, Zheng Yimian felt unreal at this moment.
Because it is so beautiful, I can't help but start to wonder if this person is fake, if all this is fake, in fact, no one likes her as preciously as he does, and no one is willing to hold back all the thorns for her?
Zheng Yimian stretched out his hand, and touched the tiny stubble on Liang Yu's chin.
The new stubble was still a bit prickly, and it felt astringent to the touch. One by one, they were connected into pieces, irritating every inch of nerve on her fingertips.
It's true.
At this time, Zheng Yimian suddenly remembered that when she was in high school, there was a friend who especially liked the two-dimensional characters. She once spent a huge sum of money to buy a very real figure. Later, she was lucky enough to see and touch that figure. It was really exquisite¡ª¡ª The proportion of the leg length is just right, the jaw line is smooth and clean, the brow bone is deep, the nasal bone is high and straight, and even the tip of the character's nose is pinched very beautifully.
Liang Yu gave her the same feeling now.
Zheng Yimian wanted to withdraw his hand, but someone grabbed his troublesome hand suddenly, Liang Yu's voice was very hoarse, at this moment, it sounded so sexy and viscous that it could drip out.
"Steal me?"
Zheng Yimian blinked, and looked away in a panic: "Didn't you fall asleep"
"I was awakened by your touch." He was serious and serious.
She didn't believe it, and hummed softly: "You must have woken up a long time ago."
"If I didn't wake up, would you continue to sneak around?"
She didn't want to continue discussing this with him, so she turned her head away: "Your arm has been like this all night, is it sore? ?Sealed, the second half of the sentence that was not spoken came to an abrupt end.
In the darkness, she felt extraordinarily keen, such as at this moment, she clearly felt - he slowly stretched out the tip of his tongue, licking away the cream from the corner of her mouth.
The cream melted between the lips and teeth, and he rushed the taste into her mouth, leaving imprints wherever he passed. The soft and sweet creamy taste diffused from the teeth, and then it was truly delivered to her tongue.
He is a conscientious transmitter, from the tip of her tongue to the root of her tongue, he refuses to let go of every little detail.
She was so tormented by this long kiss that her brain was starved of oxygen, and she vaguely felt some dangerous atmosphere.
His fingers penetrated from the hem of the shirt, and she could gradually feel the temperature of his fingers, which were a little hot.
The temperature seemed to be pushed from bottom to top, forcing every inch of her skin to accept and be nostalgic.
She was trembling, but she didn't feel very scared.