Ling Mufeng's raging hand pulled out of her pajamas with a "swish".
After a slowdown, Ling Mufeng whispered: "I know, I know I can't touch you now, and I dare not touch you either. I just want to... lie beside you. I don't know why, as long as I am by your side, I will be in my heart.
Feel very at ease.”
The soft and soft words came from his ears to his mind, and Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but feel a thrill in his heart.
Ling Mufeng's black pupils are full of warmth.[
"If you feel that this will make you feel uncomfortable, then we will get married tomorrow and we will get the marriage certificate tomorrow, okay?"
"Didn't I say I'm going to wait for Aunt Qi to come when she is discharged from the hospital? It doesn't seem good to go tomorrow..."
"Then rest first, don't worry, I won't attack you."
Ling Mufeng said, holding Ye Zhiqiu's hand.
"Zhiqiu, let's rest together."
Ye Zhiqiu, who was confused by his words, was pressed to the bed by him at some point.
He covered himself with a quilt, hugged him again, and turned off the light.
Just as he felt something was wrong, Ling Mufeng had already blocked all her resistance with his lips.
Then he smiled slightly and pulled over the quilt.
His eyes were shining brightly in the dark room, and her heart was swelling.
Then, an arm stretched through under her neck.
Hold the back of her head and press her head beside her.
The other arm hugged her spine and said softly, "Go to sleep."
His breathing blew over her head.
The chest is wide and flat, and it looks particularly comfortable in this warm and cold season.
So I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully-
the next day.
When he woke up in the morning, Ye Zhiqiu found that Ling Mufeng was no longer around him.