Tang Yu's mind moved, and he stretched out his long arm and carried her directly to the bed. Song Zhixing's slippers fell on the carpet. The man's strong breath enveloped her, and she subconsciously wanted to bend over, but Tang Yu's long arm came across and pressed her petite body back.
Then, he turned over, and his long legs pressed on her slender legs. After looking at her, he closed his eyes lazily and breathed evenly. His face was buried in her long hair. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushed against her skin. She felt the furry and itchy feeling very clearly, as if a tiny feather swept from her skin to the tip of her heart.
She was so shocked that she dared not move. Her nostrils were filled with his scent - the fresh fragrance after she had just taken a shower still lingered in her nose.
"Second Uncle..." She called him tentatively.
"Sleep with me for a while." Tang Yu's low and hoarse voice came from her neck, like a sigh. The arm pressing on her chest held her tighter.
In fact, he held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe, but she found that she didn't hate him at all. She even... inexplicably liked being held like this. The corners of her lips unconsciously rose, and she lowered her eyes slightly to look at him. She only felt that he looked better when he was asleep than usual.
Fortunately, his brows were relaxed now, without any more wrinkles. She also felt relieved.
Tang Yu was really sleepy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again after holding her like this for a while. Song Zhixing lay under him, her heart pounding. How could she feel sleepy? She stared at Tang Yu's sleeping face with her clear eyes, and her fingers played with his hair curiously. It was the first time for her to observe him so carefully and closely. His hair was very hard and short. When she touched it, she felt a little prickly. This feeling made her think of her father. Now, in her few remaining memories, probably only her father's short hair was hard and prickly. At that time, she would ride on her father's head and play happily. A five-year-old child, carefree. She originally thought that such a happy and worry-free time would continue like this, but later...
Song Zhixing inserted her fingers into Tang Yu's short hair and rubbed her little face against his cheek greedily. If she hadn't met Tang Yu, where would she be now? It was said that her parents both fell into the sea because they tried to save Tang's great grandfather and second uncle's father, but she never asked for the specific details. She didn't dare to ask.
"Xingxing, if you don't behave, I will ask you to accompany me to do something else." Tang Yu suddenly spoke, but did not open his eyes. He just gently held her restless hands and held them against his chest.
The sleepy voice, speaking such ambiguous words, rang in her ears, and Song Zhixing suddenly felt dry mouth and red face. His soft little hand was pressed on her chest, which was hot and burning, and her heart beat even more strongly. She was afraid that he would really do something to her, so she quickly closed her eyes, not daring to move, but pretending to be asleep.
——
This time, she really fell asleep, sleeping on Tang Yu's bed, in Tang Yu's arms, and she slept soundly and contentedly. Before this, Song Zhixing didn't dare to imagine such a scene.
I don’t know how long it took…
There was a rustling sound beside him, and Song Zhixing was disturbed and slowly opened his eyes. Tang Yu had already stood up and was buttoning his pajamas. From Song Zhixing's direction, he could only see his side profile. He was wearing a gray pajamas, which contrasted with the gray sheets on the bed, making his side profile look even colder and more resolute.
only…
His expression was clear and much softer than usual. Moreover, after a good night's sleep, he had swept away his previous fatigue and now looked refreshed and elegant.
Song Zhixing smacked her head in annoyance. She had actually started to be crazy about Tang Yu again. When did she start to think that her second uncle was great in every way
"What are you doing?" Tang Yu realized that she was awake. He turned around and saw her hitting her head with a frown. He leaned over and grabbed her hand. "You're torturing yourself as soon as you wake up?"
Song Zhixing certainly didn't dare to say that it was to punish herself for being a fangirl. Tang Yu suddenly came very close to her. When he spoke, his breath hit her face, mixed with the smell of the incense next to her, and she was a little intoxicated. After a while, he asked softly, "What time is it now?"
"A little after 11 o'clock."
"It's so late?" Song Zhixing sat up dazedly. Tang Yu let go of her hand and also leaned over and asked, "Have you had dinner?"
"Yeah. I just came back after eating with my classmates."
Tang Yu frowned when he mentioned this. Song Zhixing seemed to know what he was going to say, and had already covered his mouth with his hand, "Second Uncle, you can't be angry, and don't always lecture me. You will be very boring!"
When she said the three words "very boring", her face was twisted into a ball and she bit the three words heavily to show her deep resentment about it.
Seeing her like this, Tang Yu really couldn't lose his temper. Her fingers were soft, and they were placed under his nose, and the clean fragrance penetrated his nose. Tang Yu's mind moved, and he took her fingers in his mouth. Unlike her biting him, he sucked deeply. Song Zhixing never expected that he would react like this. After a moment of shock, her face flushed instantly. His tongue, hot and hot, wrapped around her soft fingers, sucking and licking gently. She felt like an electric current ran through her fingertips, causing her to tremble.
This feeling... is too erotic!
When she came to her senses, she was so shocked that she pulled her hand back and put it behind her back. Her fingers were still trembling, but her face was filled with indignation, "Second Uncle, why... why are you so lewd!"
Tang Yu smiled and wiped the corner of his lips with his long finger, "Don't you think I'm boring?"
Compared to her disordered breathing, he was much calmer. His half-smile made Song Zhixing feel that he looked down upon her and she was so embarrassed.
She hummed: "That's not what I mean by interesting... Anyway, you are just a boring, boring uncle."
This can barely save some face. Well, Cheng Cheng said before that uncle-level men can unlock 100 styles in bed. Although she doesn't know if it is true, but, there are definitely 100 ways to flirt!
She thought, already throwing off the quilt and sliding off the bed, "I'm going to go back and take a shower."
Tang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the slender figure walking away. He sat on the bed and seriously reflected on himself. Am I really boring