Even if she says something cruel, she will lose her temper and always show her face and ignore others.
Get used to her!
The man poked her in the face bitterly, put aside the second half of his sentence, raised his arms and hugged her whole body in his arms, pulled the quilt over the two of them, and slept in each other's arms.
It was a sound and deep sleep.
When Xiao Lingyue woke up in a daze, she felt that she hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.
The fatigue of the past few days seems to be made up by this high-quality sleep, and the energy is particularly full.
Xiao Lingyue subconsciously wanted to stretch, but she couldn't stretch her arms. She stretched out her hand and groped a few times, but what she touched was not a quilt, but a piece of warm and tight muscle.
She realized something belatedly, and she felt as if she had been struck by lightning!
"Have you touched enough?" The man's hoarse and sober voice sounded above his head.
Xiao Lingyue put her hand on the man's chest, her palm close to the warm skin, sucking her hand firmly as if there was suction.
It’s not that she stopped her hand, it’s not that she didn’t stop her hand either. After staying for a while.
Xiao Lingyue blurted out: "When did you take off your clothes?"
She was clearly dressed before going to bed, even without taking off her coat, so why did she wake up...
The man smiled half-heartedly: "Don't I have to ask you this?"
Xiao Lingyue: "......?"
"You lie on my chest to sleep, but you think my clothes are uncomfortable, so you insist that I take off my clothes and hug you to sleep."
The man said lazily.
His fingers traced the side of her face in the darkness, brushing away the messy hair around her ears, "Why, you won't admit it when you wake up?"
Xiao Lingyue was dumbfounded: "..." How, how is that possible?!
When did she get this habit?
etc!
Xiao Lingyue opened her eyes wide and caught the man's face in the darkness.
They didn't know how long they slept. It was only in the afternoon when they fell asleep, and it was dark inside the house at this moment.
The square bed tent hangs tightly, supporting a small independent space where warmth flows.
Not far from the bed, a small patch of moonlight shone through the unclosed window, hazily passing through the bed curtain. The light was so dim that ordinary people would not be able to see even their fingers.
But for people who have practiced martial arts all year round, it is enough to see each other clearly.
Xiao Lingyue saw Zhan Beihan lying on his side with his head supported on one arm. The hair crown on his head was thrown aside, and his black satin-like hair poured down.
His posture was lazy, the bruises under his eyes were gone, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and he seemed to be in a very good mood. His shirt was casually loosened, revealing a plump and tight chest.
There are still traces of being pressed on that chest...
Xiao Lingyue subconsciously reached out and touched the side of her face. She quickly avoided her eyes as if they were burned.
The man sneered: "What are you hiding from?"
He sat up, moved his right arm slightly, and complained: "You are sleeping in such a way that you are either moving around or not moving. My arm is numb from your pillow."
Xiao Lingyue's expression also became numb: "..."
She touched the equally obvious indentation on the side of her face, her eyes twinkling with guilt.
"This... you can't blame me, right? Who told you to pull me to sleep? I usually sleep well."
The man said coolly: "It's quite good. I'm taking off my clothes while sleeping. Does your chest still feel comfortable?"
Xiao Lingyue was greatly embarrassed and couldn't believe it: "How could I..."