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After Jiang Shu tidyed up the chaotic big bed and put the little girl back in the quilt to settle down, Wen Ning almost didn't even have the strength to scold him.
Jiang Shu stood beside the bed, staring at her sleeping face, the smile on the corner of his lips couldn't go down.
The pajama pants he casually put on his body had been wet with water during the cleaning and settling just now, and his body was covered in sweat. The man leaned over to her lips and kissed her again, his voice becoming too deep: "Ningning, I Go take a shower, I'll be right back with you."
Wen Ning didn't even want to hear his voice at the moment, she was still sleeping on the pillow obediently, just as Jiang Shu called her name, she hummed with the last bit of strength, wrapped around the quilt and turned it over. He wrapped himself tightly and turned to the other side of the bed, without the slightest desire to communicate with him.
Jiang Shu laughed lowly, and went to take a shower in a hurry.
When he came out again, he saw that Wen Ning's figure was no longer on the big bed that had bulged out. Jiang Shu frowned suddenly, his eyes subconsciously swept around.
Finally found someone on that little sofa.
Jiang Shu's frowning brows did not loosen, but an unbearable grief surged inexplicably, pressing down on his chest, making him breathless for a while.
He walked to the edge of the sofa and squatted down slowly. Wen Ning was curling up on the sofa with the quilt, just like before.
She spent half a year of marriage, a full half a year, in this way.
It was probably the same person in the same place, the same person, and while she was drowsy, she instinctively followed her habit and dragged her tired body to the small sofa.
This once belonged to her cot.
At that time, Jiang Shu said that he didn't like being touched when he was sleeping.
At this moment, the man was squatting by the sofa, and through the moonlight pouring in from the window, he could vaguely see Wen Ning's little face.
Jiang Shu couldn't hold back, reached out and touched her cheek, then gently pulled the messy hair behind her ear for her, and then tugged at the corner of his lips mockingly.
Laughing is worse than crying.
After this kind of thing in the past, even the shower had to be warmed and cleaned by herself, there was no gentle kissing, and no solid hug.
What an asshole he must have been in the past, bullying his own sweetheart like this.
Jiang Shu paused for a while, and then gently got on the sofa, the narrow sofa tightly bound the two of them together.
Jiang Shu took her into his arms, and the two lay quietly like stacking spoons.
He followed her usual posture and looked at the big bed, which turned out to be her perspective.
From so far away, looking at him.
Jiang Shu suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort, the kind of pain in his heart, probably he had never felt so much pain in his life.
He subconsciously hugged her tighter and kissed her soft earlobe affectionately.
Wen Ning confusedly thought he was coming again, and hurriedly said, "I want to sleep, no more..."
Jiang Shu patted her thin back with a big hand, and coaxed in a deep voice, "I won't mess with you, just sleep."
After calming Wen Ning down again, and seeing that she was breathing evenly and fell asleep, Jiang Shu slowly picked him up from the sofa: "Baby..."
"Wellโฆโฆ"
"Let's go back to bed."
Wen Ning fell asleep softly, wrapping her hands around Jiang Shu's neck unconsciously, and didn't answer.
When she woke up the next morning, Wen Ning rubbed her sleepy eyes in a daze, as if from a lifetime.
She moved, and found that she didn't feel as uncomfortable as she imagined.
In the second half of the night, Jiang Shu rubbed her almost from head to toe, and touched some soothing medicines.
With the man's arm on her waist, Jiang Shu hugged her tightly from behind, she moved a little, and he woke up too.
Along with him awakening, is a little brother somewhere.
Wen Ning's breath stagnated for a while, obviously she had done such a crazy thing, but she was still ashamed.
Wen Ning blushed and moved out quietly, trying to avoid the inexplicable heat.
"Sleep with me for a while, baby..." Jiang Shu knew that he was sleepy at this moment, and he didn't open his sleepy eyes, so he moved the little guy out a little and caught it back.
Wen Ning bit her lip and simply turned over to face him.
Jiang Shu still snuggled up to Wen Ning's neck and smelled the fragrance, and slept soundly. Wen Ning pouted and glared at him, stretched out his hand to hold his nose, and scolded softly, "Hmph, scumbag... ..โ
The scumbag, the man, heard such a sentence, and originally took her hand off her nose and put it on her lips to kiss a few times, but now her heart immediately raised to her throat, and she didn't dare to have the slightest sleepiness: "What's wrong? Huh? Uncomfortable? It hurts?"
Jiang Shu's eyelids pressed and lifted, his expression a little flustered, and he reached down with his big hand: "Let me take a look and check if it is hurt."
Wen Ning slapped his hand away and blushed completely.
Jiang Shu continued, moving around and muttering: "I watched it several times last night, and I even took the medicine twice. Could it be that the light was too dark and I missed it...?"
Wen Ning was almost ashamed: "It doesn't hurt! Don't move..."
Jiang Shu was relieved when he heard her say that it didn't hurt, and then raised his head, his little ancestor's face seemed to have been boiled.
The man laughed suddenly, a little ruffian: "Brother Jiang Shu has never seen it, eh? Why are you so shy?"
As soon as Wen Ning heard these four words, she wanted to bite him to death. Last night, she didn't know how many times she compromisingly shouted: "Bastard!"
Jiang Shu's thin lips pursed, and he managed to hold back the smile. He took the person into his arms and rubbed her soft hair: "Baby, go home, welcome home."
Jiang Shu's voice was incredibly gentle.
Wen Ning didn't know that he was such an unsatisfactory person. One second he was scolding him as a bastard scumbag, and the next second he was greeted by the words "welcome home", and the tip of his nose was sore.