Sweet Adorable Wife, Please Kiss Slower!

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"Woo..."

There was a whimper between the throats, and there was a desperate and painful breath over his body.

She was so scared.

Who can save her...

Her hands were pulling her hair hard, and the pain in her scalp restored her sense of reason.

But the more rational she is, the more painful she is.

At this time, a warm big grasped her hand, and her wide arms came close, wrapping her trembling body tightly.

Fuya was stunned, lifting her face full of tears in a daze.

Isn't he gone?

Sihan's voice was deep and hoarse, as if trying to restrain a certain emotion.

"I just closed the door, what are you crying for?"

Fuya's chin was pinched by him, and his eyes were flushed, like a poor little white rabbit who was bullied.

She always had such a cute expression on Mei Xiao's face, Si Han's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and then kissed.

This time, he acted cautiously, as if afraid of hurting her.

Fuya closed her eyes and responded timidly, and the haze that had fallen on her mind gradually dispersed.

This kiss lasted a long time.

Feeling Fuya's mood calmed down, Si Han released her.

"you……"

Si Han didn't give Fuya a chance to finish talking, and she lay down on the bed and hooked her over. "My door is closed. Don't try to drive me away."

Hearing the faint thunder outside, Fuya didn't speak and shrank more tightly in his arms.

Si Han raised his eyebrows slightly, "Fuya, let's do something. It is estimated that after the storm passes, you will turn your face and don't recognize people. I might as well take advantage of the fire to rob it.

Fuya knew that he was implying that he had used him up and kicked off, but she was not annoyed because his tone was not ironic.

"Okay, since you are willing to be a free cucumber, I can fulfill you."

"You have no conscience."

"What is conscience, can you eat it?"

"Conscience and morality are things you don't have."

"..." The two dragged around, making the atmosphere softer.

Si Han looked at her with a pair of big eyes, obviously exhausted, but refused to sleep.

Heart, a little pain.

"Sleep, don't be afraid to have nightmares again. I've learned the dream method and it's okay to enter your dreams and protect you."

Fuya was amused, "Are you treating me like a three-year-old kid?"

"No, it's four years old."

Seeing her speechless, Si Han patted her on the back. "Sleep, I'll be here with you."

Fuya murmured, her face buried in his chest.

The body temperature of Si Han warmed her cold body, and even a heart seemed to be soaking in the hot springs.

After a while, she scratched her finger on Sihan's waist, "I can't sleep, you tell me a story."

Si Han frowned, "I can't tell a story, can't I do it?"

"Row."

"Do you know who is the eighth female executive silver woman in history?"

"I don't know, who is it?"

"Wee on the day of the day, hematopoietic stem cells, Qingming River Map, bow-shooting big eagle, compound grass coral, square difference formula, the class leader and the school committee, the last one is, I don’t understand at all."

After speaking, Si Han teased, "Can you understand?"

"..."

Fuya twitched her mouth, this big beast!

"I slept!"

She found a comfortable position in Si Han's arms and closed her eyes.

There was still thunderstorms outside the window, but it could no longer affect her. In his ears was his steady heartbeat, and the tip of his nose lingered on the faint tobacco breath on his body.

She suddenly felt very at ease.