Tang Yu saw that his heart moved, and with his long arms probed, he hugged her directly to the bed. The slippers on Song Zhixing's feet fell onto the carpet. The man's strong aura shrouded her, and she subconsciously wanted to get up, but Tang Yu's long arm crossed and pressed her petite body back.

Then, he rolled over, his long legs pressed against her slender legs. After glancing at her, his eyes closed lazily, and he breathed evenly. His face was buried in her long hair, and when he closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushed over her skin, and the fluffy and itchy feeling she felt very clearly, like a tiny feather, sweeping from her skin to the tip of her heart.

She was so shocked that she didn't dare to move, and her snort was full of his breath—the fragrance that had just been after the bath, and the fragrance still lingered on the tip of her nose.

"Second uncle......" she called him tentatively.

"Sleep well with me." Tang Yu's low voice came from her neck, like a sigh. The arm pressed against her chest hugged her tighter.

In fact, the hug made her breathless, but she found that she didn't hate it at all. Even...... Inexplicably, I like to be held by him like this. The corners of her lips were unconsciously raised, and she lowered her eyes slightly to look at him, only to feel that he looked better than usual when he was asleep.

Fortunately, by this time, his eyebrows had been loosened, and there were no more wrinkles just now. Her heart also relaxed a little.

Tang Yu was really sleepy, so he hugged her like this, and after a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Song Zhixing was lying under him, his heart was 'banging-' jumping around, where could there be any sleep? With a pair of clear eyes, she stared at Tang Yu's sleeping face, and her fingers played with his hair in a novel way. It was the first time she had observed him so closely and so closely. His hair was stiff and short, and she felt a little pricked when she touched it. This feeling reminded her of her father - now, the only memory she has left is probably her father's short hair, which is also hard to pierce his hands. At that time, she would ride on her father's head and play happily. Five-year-old, carefree. She originally thought that such a happy and sorrowful time would go on forever, but later, ......

Song Zhixing's fingers inserted into Tang Yu's short hair, and his little face rubbed greedily on his cheeks. If she hadn't met Tang Yu, where would she be now? I heard that her parents both fell into the sea because they saved the grandfather of the Tang family and the father of the second uncle, but she never asked for the specific details. Don't dare to ask.

"Xingxing, if you don't behave, I should let you do something else with me." Tang Yu suddenly spoke, but he didn't open his eyes, just gently clasped her restless hand and held it on his chest.

With a sleepy voice, saying such ambiguous words, it rang close to her ears, and Song Zhixing suddenly felt dry and red. The soft little hand was pressed against his chest, and it was hot and hot, and the beating of his heart was even stronger. She was afraid that he would really do something to her, so she quickly closed her eyes, not daring to move again, but pretending to be asleep.

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This sleep, I really fell asleep, I actually slept on Tang Yu's bed, in the crook of Tang Yu's arm, and I slept very soundly and satisfied. Before this, Song Zhixing couldn't think of such a picture.

I don't know how long it took......

Beside him, the sound of rustling sounded, and Song Zhixing was disturbed and slowly opened his eyes. I saw that Tang Yu had already gotten up at this time, and was buttoning his pajamas. From the direction of Song Zhixing, only his side can be seen, he is dressed in a gray nightgown, which contrasts with the atmospheric gray sheets on the bed, lining his side lines to look more and more cold and hard.

It's just that......

The expression is clear and much softer than usual. And, after a good night's sleep, he had swept away his previous tiredness and now looked refreshed and decent.

Song Zhixing slapped her head in annoyance, she was actually okay and started to face Tang Yu again. When did she think that the second uncle was very good everywhere?

"What are you doing here?" Tang Yu found that she was awake, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw that she was beating her head, her eyebrows were twisted, and she leaned over and clasped her hand. "Playing masochism as soon as you wake up?"

Of course, Song Zhixing didn't dare to say that it was to punish himself for being a nymphomaniac. Tang Yu suddenly got very close, and when he spoke, the breath hit her face, mixed with the smell of the aromatherapy next to her, and she was a little intoxicated. After a while, he asked softly, "What time is it?" ”

"It's past 11 o'clock."

"So late?" Song Zhixing sat up in a daze, Tang Yu let go of her hand, and also got up, and asked, "Have you eaten dinner?" ”

"Hmm. I came back after eating with my classmates. ”

At the mention of this, Tang Yu twisted his eyebrows. Song Zhixing seemed to know what he was going to say, and had already reached out to cover his mouth, "Second uncle, you can't be angry, and don't always teach me a lesson." You're going to be bored! ”

When she said the words 'very boring', her little face twisted into a ball, and she bit down heavily on the three words to show her deep resentment about it.

Looking at her like this, Tang Yu really couldn't lose any temper. Her fingers were soft, and she pressed under the tip of his nose, and the clean scent penetrated his nose. Tang Yu's heart moved, and he took her finger in one bite, not like she bit him like she did, but he sucked deeply. Song Zhixing never expected him to react like this, and after being stunned for a moment, his little face instantly turned red. His tongue, hot and hot, wrapped around her delicate fingers, sucking and licking gently, and she only felt as if an electric current was rushing through her fingertips, making her tremble.

This feeling...... It's so sexy!

When she came back to her senses, she was so shocked that she jerked her hand back and turned her back behind her. His fingers were still trembling, but his little face was filled with righteous indignation, "Second uncle, why are you ...... Why is it so colorful! ”

Tang Yu seemed to be smiling, and wiped the corner of his lower lip with his long finger, "Don't you think I'm boring?" ”

Compared to her reaction to her breathing disorders, he was much calmer. The appearance of smiling but not smiling made Song Zhixing feel that he was looked down upon by him, and he was embarrassed to death.

She snorted, "That's not what I'm talking about...... Anyway, you're a boring, boring uncle. ”

In this way, I can barely save some face. Well, before Chengcheng said that uncle-level men can unlock 100 styles in bed, although she doesn't know if it's true, but, **means, there are definitely 100 styles!

She thought, already lifting the quilt and sliding off the bed, "I'm going back to the shower." ”

Tang Yu squinted at the slender back that walked away, sat on the bed, and seriously reflected on himself. Are you really boring?