After thinking quietly for a long time, she felt sleepy. When she saw that the man was sleeping deeply, she didn't shy away from squirming. She opened the quilt and lay down next to him.
At night, I don't know what time it was, but I noticed something moving around me.
Women who have been mothers all know that after having a child, it is impossible to sleep through the night.
Even though the child is older and does not need to be taken care of by the mother, the mother is still tense and wakes up suddenly at the slightest movement at night.
The same is true at this time.
The movement beside her made her wake up from her dream instinctively. She raised her head and asked hastily: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Feng Moyan was startled, he didn't expect her to wake up so easily, and said in a hoarse tone, "You're not asleep yet?"
"Asleep, a light sleep." She turned around and saw the man carrying the quilt towards her with one hand, and she suddenly understood - it turned out that he was covering herself with a quilt.
The man complained in a low voice, "I'm not a cactus or a hedgehog, why are you so far away from me? I can't even cover you with the quilt. It's such a cold day. What should I do if I get frostbite?"
When Yang Qianyu heard him describe herself like this, she smiled sleepily, "The room has a constant temperature, so it's not cold."
"It's winter after all."
"Okay..." She muttered, turned over, moved closer to him, and the quilt completely covered her.
Feng Moyan didn't expect her to be so self-conscious. Before he could coerce her, she took the initiative to roll over, and their breaths intertwined in an instant.
Yang Qianyu was very sleepy, so she found a comfortable position, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
But hazily, she felt the unsteady breath blowing across her face, and she opened her eyelids again. Sure enough... in the dim light, she saw the man tilting his head and a pair of dark eyes staring at her steadily.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I slept for a while, but now I can't sleep."
"Then there's no need to stare at me..."
"I can't help myself."
The two of them talked in low voices, and there was a sense of peace and quiet in the passing years.
The woman didn't respond. She was probably embarrassed by the unintentional love talk and simply pretended to be asleep.
Feng Moyan raised his hand and put it on her waist. Seeing that she didn't move away, he took another step and pulled her closer to him.
It's a pity that he can't turn over freely, otherwise he could lie on his side and hug her tightly.
"Go to sleep." He lay on his back, and the position of hugging her was really awkward. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand, thinking that it would be good to be so close to her.
But how could Yang Qianyu sleep after being tormented like this by him?
There was still a warm breath on his face, and he must still be staring at me. This feeling was like a prey being targeted by a hunter in the dark.
"Isn't your neck tired when you tilt your head like this?" She asked in a low voice with her eyes closed, not looking at him.
"Not tired..."
Despite his answer, the woman still got up.
"what are you up to?"
"Help you turn over." Before she finished speaking, she grabbed the man's slender body and asked him to lie on his side facing her, and stuffed a pillow behind his back, "Are you comfortable?"
"Well, it's good." What's more important is that in this sleeping position, I can hold her.
The woman lay down again. Without waiting for him to speak, she consciously moved closer to his arms and said, "Is this okay? Go to sleep. When you get up tomorrow, go to the hospital for a check-up."
He has recovered his memory and should go for a check-up to see what the doctor says.
"Okay..." the man responded, watching her close her eyes again, still staring intensely.
I couldn't bear to sleep, I just wanted to look at her like this and make up for the past few years of absence.
But the tip of his nose was filled with her breath, which was light and shallow, dyeing the breath on her body, with a faint sweetness, and some milky fragrance - he knew that it was only for women who have breastfed children.
smell.
He was obsessed.
He knew clearly that he shouldn't disturb her good sleep at this moment, but he still moved closer slowly and gently kissed her lips, like a bee stealing nectar.
Where else can Yang Qianyu sleep?
"Feng Moyan." She shouted calmly, with a sense of restraint.
He was already in a state of confusion, and when he saw that she was not asleep, he simply became more bold. He put his hand on her waist and hugged her tightly, and she was completely embedded in his arms.
"Qianqian... thank you, thank you for giving me a chance, thank you for coming back to me..." He couldn't control his excitement, murmuring and kissing her deeper.
Perhaps it was the dead of night, when people's willpower is the weakest. Yang Qianyu knew it was wrong, but did not stop him. She responded to his kiss in a daze, and put one hand around his lean waist.
The late winter night suddenly became hot...
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The next day, all three children got up, but these two were still asleep.
Aunt Rong knew very well and told the three children not to disturb their parents. They lined up one by one to wash up, change clothes, eat some breakfast to fill their stomachs, and then she and Ah Quan sent the children to school.
Until they came back, there was still no movement in the master room.
Aunt Rong was a little worried, so she quietly listened to the movement inside through the door panel, and happened to hear the phone ringing, and then the sound of voices.
It's okay, it's okay...that's good...
Aunt Rong walked away quietly.
The call was from Yang Qianyu, from Betty.
She picked up the answer, listened to a few sentences, and suddenly put her hand on her forehead, feeling annoyed and said, "I know...it's too late now. You can change your schedule to the afternoon and explain it to the customer."
Before she finished speaking, the man who was close to her also woke up, his slightly bearded chin buried in her neck, rubbing it lovingly.
Yang Qianyu frowned at the dense stinging pain, quickly explained the matter and hung up the phone.
"Feng Moyan, please stop making trouble, I have forgotten all the important things this morning!" She pushed the man away, got up quickly, put on her nightgown and went to the bathroom to clean up.
The man felt depressed and regretful. He buried his face in the pillow where she had slept and thought about it for a long time.
After Yang Qianyu washed up, changed her clothes, packed up, she came out and saw the man leaning on the bedside.
The neckline of her pajamas is wide open, revealing her thin and fair chest. Coupled with her deep and charming handsome face, the whole look is delicious.
When his eyes met the woman's awkward gaze, he was embarrassed for a moment and cleared his throat: "Well... I guess I need to change into a four-piece suit."
As soon as he said this, Yang Qianyu's face instantly turned red!
"I got it! What about you? Do you want to ask someone to come in and take care of you?" She had to change her four-piece suit, so naturally she had no time to care about him. She had to rush to accompany him to the hospital, and the company also had matters waiting for her to deal with - she was too busy.
!
"Well, let's call the nurse in."
Yang Qianyu opened the door and went out, calling the nurse to come over and help him wash and take care of him.
She went to the closet to find a four-piece bed set, and quickly changed the bedding.
Aunt Rong was passing by in the corridor and saw it, and hurriedly came in: "Madam, you can just ask us to do this kind of thing, why do you do it yourself-"
Before she could finish her words, Yang Qianyu interrupted her hurriedly: "Um... no, Aunt Rong, go see what else is there to eat in the kitchen and heat it up. We will eat and go to the hospital later."
Aunt Rong saw that her cheeks were rosy and she was extremely beautiful, her eyes were evasive when she spoke, and her hands were moving more quickly - she suddenly understood.