The lamp in front of the bed was dim, and the girl crawled under the quilt, her muffled voice mixed with shyness.
She kicked Lan Jingyu several times and found that his body was warm, so she pressed her feet against him to keep warm.
"Why are your feet so cold?" Lan Jingyu held her in his arms, lowered the quilt to expose her head, and lowered his head to smooth her hair.
"It's not your fault, my cotton slippers are in the box."
Lan Jingyu thought for a moment, then held her feet and rubbed them, and said, "It's my fault that I forgot and bothered you for being so patronizing."
Li Ying pouted and snuggled into his arms, "I feel cold all over. This house doesn't have enough heating."
Lan Jingyu felt the temperature of her forehead with his lips, and it was indeed cool.
"The heating project is too big. I'll have someone send oil tiles up tomorrow."
"Well..." She responded softly and said, "If you can't sleep, go ahead and watch a movie."
"If you can't sleep, we can do other things."
"I advise you to shut up."
"Okay -" he said in a very regretful tone.
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forecourt
In the largest room, the light was still on.
Song Xiang was wearing a knitted sweater and sitting under the desk lamp with a laptop in front of her, frowning and thinking.
Yan Han came out of the shower and hit her on the head with his knuckles.
"Haven't figured out a solution yet?"
Song Xiang looked up at him and curled his lips.
He kneels in other places and can always stand up in other places.
For example, work.
She could never catch up with him.
Beibei was sleeping next to him, and the two of them talked relatively lightly.
The desk was placed against the bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed, right next to her.
"With millions of famous teachers in front of you, are you sure you want to meditate hard?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
Song Xiang shrugged, his bones were very hard.
She moved her position, with her back facing him, "I'm not in a hurry, I'll have a video call with my dad tomorrow too."
Yan Han raised his lips slightly and hugged her from behind, "If anything happens, go back to your dad. What do you want your dad to think?"
Song Xiang simply closed the computer and said, "Who asked you to take Qiao? It's great if you have some culture, tsk."
She stood up, looked at Xia Beibei, raised her chin and looked at him, "Just wait, I have a son, he will definitely be more educated than you when he grows up."
Yan Han nodded, tapping his fingers on the table, "Okay."
Song Xiang was joking. Seeing that he was really a little emotional, he walked over with his hands behind his back and bent down to look at him closely.
"Let me see if you are so sad that you shed tears?"
Yan Han raised his eyelids and looked at her.
Their eyes met, she was smiling, and he was calm.
Suddenly, his expression relaxed, and he quickly reached out his hand and pulled her over.
Song Xiang had expected that he had such a hand, but he still couldn't stand firm. As soon as he fell on him, he was holding him and rolling him into the bed.
There was quite a movement, and Beibei even snorted.
She was startled and wanted to get up to take a look, but was pushed down again by her shoulders.
"Baby wakes up... ugh!"
Her lips were blocked, and her breath was filled with the cold fragrance of men's shower gel.
Song Xiang was thinking about Beibei and struggled twice. The man chased her lips and bit her at the corner of her mouth.
"Be serious, don't keep thinking about that little villain."
Song Xiang glared at him, twisted around, unable to avoid it, sighed softly, and responded to him anyway.
It was so warm in the room. He had just taken a shower and his body was very hot. She also felt her body getting hot with him.
The quilt was pulled apart to cover each other.
Her whole body was lying under his shadow, and as soon as her collar was untied, suddenly, the clear cry of a baby sounded.