Being drunk, Wei Yang didn't know what she wanted to say. She just wanted to hug Yan Gui tightly in her arms and talk to him.
She could hear Yan Gui's even breathing. She opened her eyes dazedly and pushed his chest: "Speak."
Yan Gui grabbed her hand and said, "What are you talking about?"
What did you say? Wei Yang looked up and thought about it. The dim light allowed her to vaguely see Yan Gui’s handsome profile.
"When did you meet me?"
Yan Gui pressed her little head into his arms, looked up at the gauze curtains on the bed and thought for a while: "It was probably when you were just born."
When she was born, Duke Su was very happy. At that time, he already had grandchildren. He was extremely happy to have a daughter in his old age, and a legitimate daughter. He immediately wrote a letter to General Yan.
The gist of it is this: I gave birth to a daughter, my dear, this is a legitimate daughter, and you finally have a daughter-in-law. General Yan took the letter and excitedly went to find his eleven-year-old son. The first thing he said was: "Stinky boy, you have a wife!"
He didn't even ask her for her consent, and decided that he had a wife. Four years later, he went to the capital for meritorious service, and saw her for the first time. She was still young at that time, and he just thought that this girl was very pretty. It would be nice to have a daughter who looked exactly like her.
Perhaps because she felt hot, Wei Yang struggled out of Yan Gui's arms again: "Do you like me?"
She wanted to ask this question in the garden, but Yan Gui walked too fast and she was afraid he would fall, so she was busy holding him tightly and didn't have time to ask.
"I like it." Yan Gui put his head on her forehead: "I like it very much."
Wei Yang still felt unsatisfied, so she pushed him down to lie flat, then turned over and lay on top of Yan Gui, spreading his arms and overlapping her own arms on top of them: "Do you like this so much?"
Her arms were not as long as Yan Gui's, and her whole body was pressed against Yan Gui's body, with her fingertips on both sides not even reaching Yan Gui's wrists.
Wei Yang's little head was against his chin, the quilt was hot, Wei Yang's body was hot, and her breath was hot. Her hot breath blew on Yan Gui's collarbone, slightly wet and itchy, making him speechless for a moment.
"You don't like me." Wei Yang pursed her lips in grievance, as if she was about to sob.
Yan Gui hurriedly said: "I like you, I like you so much." He opened his arms as wide as possible to let the little person on his body stick closer to him.
Perhaps she felt that his love for her lasted much longer than hers, Wei Yang felt somewhat satisfied. She lowered her head and bit Yan Gui's collarbone.
She didn't know why, but at this moment she just wanted to nibble or bite him.
Perhaps she felt that she had bitten him too hard, so Wei Yang blew air on him with pouting lips. Yan Gui lay there, wanting to move, but afraid of upsetting her, so he could only endure.
He didn't expect that the little thing on his body would stick out its little tongue and lick his collarbone.
Yan Gui couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a muffled groan came from his throat. He felt numb all over, and he actually enjoyed this strange pleasure.
He reached out his hand and lifted the girl from under his armpit. The girl's white collar was slightly opened, and her skin was delicate, white and tender. Her face was flushed and her eyes were blurred.
Yan Gui turned over, held the little thing lying on him in his arms, and gnashed his teeth in her ear, saying, "Go to sleep."
Maybe he was really sleepy. The little thing in his arms moved, found a comfortable position, put his head on Yan Gui's chest, and fell asleep.
She had a good night's sleep, and he had a bad night's sleep.