It's late at night, and it's most suitable for Fengyue after opening your heart.
The euphemistic name is: courtesy first and soldiers later!
In the narrow shower room enclosed by frosted glass and only equipped with a shower head, which must be washed standing up, there are a few vague sounds, and the glass door is not closed tightly, leaving a gap that will more or less splash out After a little water accumulated, the floor around the tassel table outside became wet. The long-term warm water flushing makes the heat transpiration, forming a natural barrier of "clouds and mist" in the airtight space, and at the same time blurring the two intimately overlapping people inside.
The frosted glass covered with steam was foggy.
Not long after, Chen Jinyao, who was unable to stand because her legs became weak due to trembling, raised her arms and instinctively placed her palms on the frosted glass closest to her. The movement, Chen Jinyao didn't notice it for a while, the moment her white teeth bit her lower lip, the palm propped on the frosted glass also slid down, until it fell powerlessly, and she simply lifted it back and hugged the man's neck.
An obvious palm print dragging down was drawn on the frosted glass.
Finally, water droplets are formed under the palm prints, and after dripping down the glass surface, it seems that several new "gut paths" have been opened.
...
The above is a big explosion after Yancheng's patience reached a critical point.
It can be regarded as telling Chen Jinyao personally: don't worry, what should come will always come.
For a long time after the end, Yan Cheng was lying on the bed with Chen Jinyao in his arms, and because he was satisfied, he fell into a state of unintentional sleep, full of energy and fighting spirit.
In the dim environment, one can vaguely discern the brilliance in his dark eyes.
After the passion, he always wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he touched the cigarette case by the bedside and took it out, and took out one from it. He lightly pinched the end of the cigarette with his fingertips, and the lighter still twirled a few times between his two fingertips, thinking for a few seconds , the cigarette was put back into the cigarette case, and then the cigarette case was thrown to the location where the trash can was when the second accidental interceptor was thrown tonight in memory.
"Forget it, let's quit smoking first." He muttered in a low voice.
Without a cigarette, Yan Cheng's mouth could not be idle at all. He suddenly felt from the bottom of his heart that he had a special desire to talk at this moment, and he didn't know which switch was pressed. In short, it triggered his endless attempts The chatterbox attribute.
But when the words came to his lips, he came back to his senses and realized that he had nothing to say.
Well, I knew that I should have finished my work before preaching, and I was almost suffocated, Yan Cheng lowered his eyes, glanced at his thigh, and whistled silently.
Compared to Yan Cheng's unreasonable excitement, Chen Jinyao has been drowsy since the rest.
There is almost no step-by-step process for falling asleep, and you fall asleep when you touch the pillow.
She held Yancheng in her arms, breathing long and long, and the hot air sprayed on Yancheng's naked chest. It didn't take long for her to be safe and well-behaved. She probably realized that it was too hot to sleep in this hug, so she opened her eyes in a daze. After murmuring "hot", he closed his eyes again, stretched out his hand without even thinking about it, and mercilessly pushed Yan Cheng away, then turned his back to him and continued to sleep.
Yan Cheng, who was abandoned without any precautions: "?"
Dong Dong didn't let go of him all night, oh, the typical throw away when there is no use value, Yan Cheng squinted his eyes, and let out a soft snort of dissatisfaction. After a while, he curled his lips and fell to one side, arms Lifting the crossed pillow on the back of the head, looking at the dark ceiling, frowning and thinking about a question seriously.
We have agreed to have a passionate love affair, but where should we start
Tsk!
Chen Jinyao slept very deeply this time.
No matter what Yan Cheng's brain twitched and rustled in the middle of the night, he tiptoed along in order not to wake her up, but he never thought that she had already fallen into a deep sleep at this moment, even if a thief came in openly to steal something, she wouldn't have it The point of feeling gone.
When dawn was approaching, Chen Jinyao had a dream.
The scene in the dream is really scary, it is the kind of situation where you can feel the pain immediately after pinching your own thigh under the premise that you clearly know that it is just a dream. This kind of reality made Chen Jinyao dazed for a while.
There was a little radish lying on his legs, the child's eyes were crystal clear, and his eyelashes fluttered like a small fan when he blinked. He couldn't hide anything on his face, and covered his mouth with his little hand: "Grandma, I Let me tell you a secret!"
Chen Jinyao was shocked by the title "Grandma" and couldn't react for a while.
Little Luobotou looked mysterious: "Grandpa said..."
Before he had time to finish his sentence, he heard an angry voice coming from the door, accompanied by the warning thump when the crutches hit the ground: "Yan Jiahe, if you dare to say something more, Grandpa won't give it to you in the future." You hid snacks."
The little radish head named Yan Jiahe immediately shut his mouth, with a serious expression of "the head can be broken, blood can bleed, snacks can't be thrown away", "I'm sorry grandma, I can't tell you the agreement between men, unless you give me more Lots of snacks."
After finishing speaking, he continued to babble, eccentrically.
"..." Immediately afterwards, Chen Jinyao watched helplessly as a group of little radish heads came out from behind the old version of Yan Cheng, shouting "Xiao Liu, you cheated" one after another, as if trying to drag out the traitor Yan Jiahe Buried alive.
Chen Jinyao leaned back and gasped, feeling a little suffocated.
Then suffocating, suffocating, she woke up in fright.
It's mid-May now, and it's dawning early outside.
Light crept in from the window and then struggled through the curtains, illuminating the room brightly.
Chen Jinyao's slackened and confused pupils gradually focused, her heart was beating suddenly, and she was a little bit in shock. Although this was not a nightmare, but...
She pursed her lips, her expression a little complicated.
After a while, Chen Jinyao turned sideways slightly, and his gaze stayed on Yan Cheng who was beside him. The man had been in good spirits for a long time, but now he fell into a deep sleep, and the static sleeping face looked more pleasing to the eye than the dynamic one. Many, there is a not-so-obvious dark circle under his eyes. When the eyes are closed, the black eyelashes seem to be longer. Chen Jinyao stretched out his hand and pinched a small piece of it with his index and middle fingers. Pull it out too hard.
Ever since, Yan Cheng was woken up so unexpectedly but naturally.
Chen Jinyao: "..."
"Tsk, try moving again." Yan Cheng yawned lazily.
Just this one sentence overlapped several words in the dream, making Chen Jinyao instantly remember the scene, and it finally eased into a spring breeze waking up her lover's expression. She narrowed her eyes and sighed indistinctly. Take a breath.
Yan Cheng's dynamic observation ability is excellent, he propped his head with one hand, and went straight to the point: "It's early in the morning, it's fine if you don't have a good morning kiss, why do you have such an expression?"
Chen Jinyao was startled: "What expression?"
"A look like you dreamed of me marrying someone else and living happily with someone else last night, accusing me of being a scumbag." He finished speaking in one breath. The generalization is not quite right.
A few seconds later, he fully confirmed that his judgment was wrong, but when he really didn't know how to describe it, heck, it was too late.
Chen Jinyao nodded seriously: "I was dreaming."
"..." Instantly restored Yan Cheng's confidence in the no-prize quiz, and he taught her earnestly: "You have to firmly believe that dreams are the opposite of reality."
Chen Jinyao: "I dreamed that we would grow old together and have many great-grandchildren." After a pause, she raised her eyes, staring at him with bright eyes, and then teased him with a smile: "Oh, the dream is Contrary to reality, I get it."
Yan Cheng couldn't stand this routine: "..." What the fuck!
After a long while, he suddenly smiled: "Yes, on the contrary."
Chen Jinyao blinked: "???"
"They must all be great-granddaughters in princess dresses," he said.
"..." Chen Jinyao couldn't find anything to refute.
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The closet is a little messy.
Chen Jinyao limped over there wrapped in a small quilt, and when she opened the cabinet door to find a change of clothes, she saw obvious signs of being passive inside.
She was a little dazed, but she heard Yan Cheng's confession before Xingshi asked her to blame.
Yan Cheng leaned lazily against the corner of the cabinet, "You slept naked last night."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back again, so I want to find you some clothes to wear to sleep." He said in a serious manner, without feeling that his topic was colored at all.
"But then I gave up."
"I realized I was a fool for dressing you."
Chen Jinyao twitched the corner of her mouth: "..."
In the next second, Yan Cheng walked over on his slippers. He was still wearing a messy chicken nest head. He reached out and rubbed Chen Jinyao's head, and got the same messy hairstyle. He smiled tensely, and then bent down , and whispered in her ear:
"Good morning, girlfriend."
A good weekend starts with having enough food and clothing.
Chen Jinyao is washing rice. She is used to drinking millet porridge in the morning, because it can nourish her stomach. Apart from not liking exercise, she follows the health rules of her diet one by one.
"Meow." Du Ni followed Yan Cheng around.
Yan Cheng teased the cat for a while, and was about to go into the kitchen to help. During the process, he suddenly remembered something. He touched his chin, and did not forget to glance at the little beast at his feet: "Hey, spring is over, and Duni didn't estrus period?"
Chen Jinyao didn't raise her eyes: "Eunuch."
"You don't know how to castrate it, I almost forced myself to become an actor."
"Oh." Yan Cheng chuckled, and when he looked down at Du Ni, his eyes were full of sympathy, "Poor, it's just a little eunuch."
"Be nice to me in the future, look at your mother, you were cheated by her and still counting money for her, tsk tsk tsk, stupid." He raised his foot and lightly kicked Duny.
After a moment of silence, Yan Cheng bypassed Du Ni, went straight into the kitchen, stared at Chen Jinyao's back for a while, stepped forward, and stood aside: "Hey, do you want to add some red dates?"
Chen Jinyao trembled her eyelashes, glared at him, and gritted her teeth: "No need."
"… …oh."
After that, in order to ensure that he would try not to cause trouble, Yan Cheng stepped back.
When he looked at Chen Jinyao, his eyes flickered.
He said he was going after her.
A man is a man, once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow.
But how to chase
It always feels awkward to do anything.
Yan Cheng pursed his lips, raised his hand and scratched his hair irritably, after a long while, he choked out a sentence: "Honey, you look so good at making breakfast seriously."
Chen Jinyao: "..."
Today's first dish with millet porridge is called stir-fried goose bumps.