Song Xing also didn't understand the meaning of Shang Yuqian's words.

She took off her coat, lay on the bed and said, "I'm too tired and too late today. If you want to take a bath, I can take you there tomorrow."

Shang Yuqian smiled: "Then I'll look forward to it."

Seeing Song Xing also lying on the bed, Shang Yuqian started to make the floor.

Song Xing also saw Shang Yuqian pick up a quilt and spread it on the ground, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shang Yuqian looked at Song Xingye with an "innocent face": "Let's make a floor."

Before at Fengting Villa, they naturally slept in their own rooms.

When they were at the old house, in order to avoid the old lady becoming suspicious, they slept in the same room, but Song Xing also slept on the bed and Shang Yuqian slept on the sofa.

Song Xingye was moved and distressed by Shang Yuqian's conscious decision to make a bed on the floor: "It's cold in the mountains, so don't make a bed on the floor. Although this bed is small, you can sleep even if you squeeze in."

Shang Yuqian raised his eyebrows calmly: "Are you sure you want to sleep on the same bed as me?"

Song Xing also seemed to smell something strange.

Her face darkened, and she placed a small pillow in the middle: "It's okay to sleep together, but you're not allowed to cross the line."

Song Xing was really too tired, so after turning off the lights, she fell asleep against the wall.

When I was drifting off to sleep, I vaguely felt a pair of hands reaching into the hem of my clothes, and then all the way up.

Song Xing's sleepiness was driven away by half in an instant.

She held down Shang Yuqian's restless hand from the outside: "Shang Yuqian, if you do this again, go lay the floor."

"Honey, I'm a little cold."

Shang Yuqian's pitiful voice came from behind.

Only then did Song Xing realize that the pillow that represented the clear distinction between them had long since disappeared.

At this moment, her back was pressed tightly against Shang Yuqian's chest.

What's even worse is that Shang Yuqian is only wearing a thin shirt.

Through the sweater on her body, she could feel the heat on Shang Yuqian's chest.

No wonder he's cold!

Song Xing also said unceremoniously: "Get down!"

"Go down, wherever you go, here or here."

Shang Yuqian's voice was unusually naughty, and he moved one hand randomly around Song Xingye's body.

Song Xing was also teased and couldn't bear it.

If this continues, neither of them will sleep.

Song Xing also stood up directly: "I'm going to sleep on the floor!"

Shang Yuqian then restrained himself and directly pressed Song Xing on the bed.

But he still held her in his arms: "Just hold her like this, I won't move, go to sleep quickly."

Song Xing was really sleepy too.

Plus, being held in Shang Yuqian's arms in this position, she felt very comfortable and warm.

After a while, the sound of even breathing came from my arms.

Under the bright moonlight outside the window, Shang Yu Qian carefully looked at the person in his arms.

She is so beautiful. Although she is not stunning at first glance, she makes people feel more comfortable the more they look at her. The more they look at her, the more they feel the urge to protect her.

Of course at this moment, looking at this sleeping little face, he just wanted to bully.

Shang Yuqian lowered his head and kissed Song Xingye lightly on the forehead.

It caused the little man in his arms to squeal like a cat.

Shang Yuqian's body instantly stiffened and she didn't dare to move, for fear that the person in her arms would suddenly open her eyes and drive her to sleep on the floor.

But the girl in his arms did not wake up, and even found a more comfortable position to nest in his arms.

Shang Yuqian smiled, pressed another kiss on her hair, and said softly: "Go to sleep, my baby."

The next day.

When Song Xing also woke up, the sky was already slightly bright.

She had never slept so warmly and comfortably.

He looked at the long arms under his neck and the moderate pressure on his waist.

Only then did Song Xing know that she fell asleep in Shang Yuqian's arms that night.

Turning around, she found Shang Yuqian looking at her with his eyes open.

The two of them were so close.

The tips of their noses seemed to be touching.

Song Xing also felt a little embarrassed: "When did you wake up?"

"Just woke up."

Shang Yuqian's voice seemed to have the unique hoarseness of early morning.

"Did you sleep well?"

It must have been the first time in Shang Yuqian's life to sleep in such a simple place.

Song Xing was also a little worried.

"fine."

In fact, he didn't sleep well. At first, he felt comfortable sleeping with her in his arms, but gradually, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Then I feel tortured.

He felt that he might as well lay a floor on the floor.

But the little girl in his arms kept holding his arm, making him unable to move.

This night was simply a long practice for him.

Song Xing also knew that Shang Yuqian must not be used to it.

She suddenly leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips: "Thank you for your hard work, husband."

Shang Yuqian's eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Xing could already feel the dangerous aura inside that was gradually tightening and waiting for an opportunity.

She quickly wanted to get up.

But the next second, he was pulled back by Shang Yuqian.

His voice was incredibly hoarse: "You said you were tired last night, so you should be energetic now."

…

Song Xing didn't come back to her senses until there was a knock on the door outside.

Song Xing also pushed Shang Yuqian hard: "Someone is coming."

Shang Yuqian was very dissatisfied: "It's really inconvenient not to be at home."

But already a little satisfied, he still let go of Song Xingye.

He pulled the bed quilt towards him: "You go out first, I want to sleep for a while."

Song Xing also thought that he didn't sleep well last night, so he said: "Then you can sleep a little longer. I will ask you to have breakfast later."

After finishing tidying up his clothes, he went out.

Shang Yuqian saw that the person knocking on the door was a little girl who looked to be eight or nine years old.

After Song Xing also opened the door, she stuck her head out and looked straight inside with her big black eyes.

"Sister Xingxing!" the little daughter called her happily.

Song Xing also made a booing gesture: "Let's go out and play."

Song Xing also led the little girl out, and the door to the room was closed again.

The laughter of children came one after another in the yard.

They all chirped and called each other "Sister Xingxing" one after another.

Not long after, Shang Yuqian also left the room.

The children in the yard also saw him.

A little boy with a short hair pointed at Shang Yuqian and said, "Sister Xingxing, is this uncle your boyfriend?"

Shang Yuqian walked over, in a good mood, and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket: "Be good, call me brother."
To be continued...