Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

There was a smile in Murong Cheng's voice: "You really can sleep?"

Mu Zi ignored him, pretending to be asleep, lying on the bed silently.

After a while, she heard a faint rustling sound, like Murong Cheng turning over, and then she was gently holding her hand on the edge of the bed.

Mu Zi didn't move, and muttered softly, "What are you doing? You still don't sleep."

Murong Cheng said, "I can't sleep without holding you."

"Greasy mouth and tongue." Mu Zi snorted softly, "It sounds like you haven't slept before."

"Can a person sleep alone?" Murong Cheng irrationally said, "At best, it can only be regarded as lying with eyes closed. You have to know, sleep, this is a verb..."

"Hurry up!" Mu Zi suppressed his voice, interrupting him in shame, already foreseen the next direction of this conversation.

Murong Cheng smiled, squeezed the palm of her hand, and really shut up.

His palms are broad, his fingers are slender, and the temperature in his palms is warm, making her feel at ease.

Mu Zi lay quietly on the bed, listening to the monotonous bugs outside the window, slowly, finally fell asleep.

...

This night Mu Zi slept peacefully. She didn't know that Bai Wei was awake and awake. She woke up three or five times during the night, fearing that her own son who didn't know how to deal with her would come around.

Not wanting to wake Mu Zi, Bai Wei just stood at the door and looked at her. She was relieved to see that her son was indeed asleep on the ground, but when she remembered the unclear relationship between the two, her heart hung again, feeling helpless.

She has never had any ideas, and she can't do anything when encountering this situation.

The next day, Bai Wei was boiling beef bone soup in the kitchen. The boiling milky white soup was gurgling and the steam dazzled. She looked at the pot in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, she heard small voices outside.

Bai Wei went out and saw Murong Cheng descending downstairs holding Mu Zi, her intimate attitude made Bai Wei surging again, and she couldn't stand still.

But Murong Cheng didn't notice anything. He saw Bai Wei standing by the stairs and asked: "Mom, is the soup ready? I can smell the fragrance."

"It's almost done..." Bai Wei replied in a low voice, staring at Murong Cheng's hand on Mu Zi's leg.

In the hot summer, Mu Zi only wore a set of Mickey's home pajamas, with a sleeveless vest on top and pretty shorts underneath. Murongcheng didn't wear much either. The two were almost skin-to-skin, Bai Wei couldn't help thinking.

The brother and sister are too close!

It's so close!

Murong Cheng walked past her as if no one was there, and carried Mu Zi to the living room, carefully laying on the sofa, completely ignoring the painful eyes of her mother.

"Take the crutches here." Mu Zi said to him.

Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows and said with disdain: "Why do you want crutches? Where do I want to go, I hold you, can crutches be useful for me?"

Mu Zi was embarrassed, looked at Bai Wei not far away embarrassedly, and squeezed Murong Cheng's arm hard.

"Can you pay attention when you speak..." She gritted her teeth and felt like she fell asleep. Murong Cheng was smashed in front of Bai Wei, without any cover.

Murong Cheng sat next to him, trying to put Mu Zi in his arms.

"Go and brush the bird rack!" Mu Zi pushed him nervously, "Sisi's nest should also be cleaned!"

Murong Cheng can be shameless, but Mu Zi's face is still necessary. In front of Bai Wei's face, she really doesn't want to be too affectionate with Murong Cheng. Bai Wei is very good to her, she shouldn't poke her mother's heart like this, it would be too unconscionable.

Fortunately, Murong Cheng was still cooperating, and he really went to clean up the pet nest. Mu Zi let out a sigh of relief.