Only dim table lamps were turned on in the bedroom, which dyed the color of the house to a light, warm, and warm feeling.

Su Zhinian and Song Qingnian lay side by side on the bed, separated by about two centimeters.

This is not the first time he and her share the same bed, but this is the first time he and she share the same bed.

She used to do bad things with him every time, twice because he was drunk, and once she didn't know, but now it's different. Even if they are together, they still have some psychological obstacles to some taboo things.

It was quiet at night, and neither he nor she took the initiative to talk, and they could hear each other's breathing.

Both of them were not sleepy. They lay in a posture for a long time, and they were a little uncomfortable. When he turned, she also turned over, and then the hands of the two touched inadvertently.

Song Qingchun's fingertips shook, and then he felt the man's warm hand, holding her soft hand.

He squeezed her hand very gently, and then he shook his fingers.

A kind of indescribable sweetness and beauty spread from the palm of their hands, and even with the atmosphere of the entire room, they became extremely warm and comfortable.

The years are quiet, probably what it looks like now.

When two people are together, they don't necessarily have to do something to fall in love to be happy. Just lying together innocently, feeling the sweat in the palm of the other person holding the hand and bursting with happiness.

Su Zhinian was really satisfied, he became more satisfied when he felt the satisfaction of Song Qingchun's heart, he couldn't help but shook her hand harder, and then said to her who was struck by sleepy A sentence: "Good night, Tingting."

Song Qingchun turned sideways, facing Su Zhinian, he looked at the man's side face facing the ceiling, his eyebrows bent: "Su Zhinian, good night."

Su Zhinian couldn't help but turned around, facing Song Qingchun.

The two men lay on their pillows and looked at each other with dim light.

Song Qingchun, who was easily sleepy recently, could no longer support her. Her eyelids began to fight. Before she fell asleep, Su Zhinian couldn't hold back, but still called her name: "Tingting?"

"Huh?" Song Qingchun diligently opened his drooping eyes, staring at his shiny eyes, and responded softly.

Although he had decided to be with her, Su Zhinian felt a little uneasy and uneasy in his heart. He put a lot of strength on the tight hands he had held with her, and then said softly, "Tingting , I will ask you one more time, do you really regret it?"

Song Qingchun's small face collapsed in an instant, staring at Su Zhinian for a few moments, and said in a poor tone: "Su Zhinian, do you still want to be beaten?"

Su Zhinian faced Song Qingchun's angry tone, but the expression on his face became more relaxed. He stretched his arm to Song Qingchun's neck: "Tingting, you regret it later, and want to leave me. I If you don’t let go, don’t blame me.”

When Song Qingchun heard this, the expression on her face turned instantly. She chuckled twice, and found a comfortable posture in Su Zhinian's shoulder socket: "No complaint."

Su Zhinian smiled silently at the bottom of her heart, bowed her head, and printed a good night kiss on her brow.

Song Qingchun, who received his kiss, curled his eyebrows, intimately nestled in his arms, and soon fell into a sleep.