Wen Qiao brought a basin of water, took out a new toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste, and gave it to Fu Nanli.
Finally, the work before bed was completely ready, and Wen Qiao climbed into bed: "Go to bed quickly."
The lights went out and the room was dark.
The man's voice came with a smile: "I've urged you several times, it seems you are in a hurry?"
Wen Qiao: …
What's going on
It's just because it's late, okay
The bed was a single bed. When Fu Nanli, a 188cm tall and strong man, moved up, the space seemed even more cramped.
Wen Qiao could only be forced to stick very close to him. The goose down quilt had been dried in the sun by her mother during the day, so it was very warm and filled with the smell of the sun and the smell of his male hormones.
Wen Qiao's face felt slightly hot.
"Move a little over there," she said.
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand and moved it to his waist.
"What?" She asked, a little alert.
Her hand passed over his waist and reached behind him, "Feel it, I'm already close to the bed. If I move any further I'll fall off the floor."
Wen Qiao felt around and found that it was indeed next to the bed, "Oh."
Her head rested on his arm, his hand on her waist, the temperature in the room climbing.
Wen Qiao originally wanted to let him go at 5:30 tomorrow morning, because Uncle Ji would get up at 6 o'clock at the latest. There is a custom on the streets here that children will get up and walk around the streets asking for candy. The first group of children should come at 6 o'clock, and someone in the family has to give out candy.
Unexpectedly, she slept so soundly that she forgot to set the alarm.
A child's voice came from outside the door, "Uncle Ji, wish you a prosperous new year..."
Wen Qiao woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes she saw the man's sleeping face. It was a critical moment, but she actually admired him silently, his sleeping face was so handsome.
Uncle Ji's voice came: "Come to this room to get some candy, the brothers and sisters are still sleeping."
A group of children ran to the next yard, it was very lively.
Fu Nanli had never seen such a scene before, and his voice was hoarse: "Why are there so many people?"
Wen Qiao explained it to him, and he lowered his eyes and said, "It is somewhat similar to Halloween in foreign countries."
"It's just that the neighbors here are very familiar with each other, so there is such a custom. You should get up quickly and go out quietly. You can't be seen by Uncle Ji, let alone my mother."
Fu Nanli sat up slowly. The little girl had been pressing his arm to sleep, and his hand was a little numb. He looked sleepy and said, "Press it for me."
Wen Qiao: "Can you hurry up?"
Fu Nanli was only wearing a shirt. After a night of sleep, the shirt was a little wrinkled, which was somewhat inconsistent with his temperament as a noble young master, and also made him look a little more decadent and lazy.
Fu Nanli leaned against the head of the bed and said, "It's not even dawn yet."
Wen Qiao lay on top of him, reached out to his iron-gray sweater on the wooden chair, sat on his lap, and hurriedly helped him put on his clothes.
Fu Nanli's eyes deepened. He put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her forcefully again.
Uncle Ji's voice came from outside the window, "Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat steamed buns or glutinous rice balls for breakfast? Or rice cakes?"
Wen Qiao pushed Fu Nanli away and said in a low voice, "When is it not okay to kiss?"
Then he said to Uncle Ji outside the window: "I can do anything, Uncle Ji."
"Then cook some rice cakes and eat them."
"good."
Fu Nanli had already put on his sweater and looked at her with a dazed look in his eyes: "How can I get out? Your Uncle Ji seems to be busy making breakfast in the kitchen. If I go out, will he see me?"
(End of this chapter)