He Is Warmer Than Time

After dinner, the moonlight was very good. In Song Ran's room, she sat on the bed, watching Gu Jingxing look a little bewildered, and sneered, "Aren't you going back to the army?"

Gu Jingxing gave a light cough, "I won't be back today, I'm not relieved."

Song Ran raised her eyebrows to look at her: "My room, but there is only one bed, where do you want to sleep, Bing brother?"

Gu Jingxing was not as easy as a fish in her house as in the army, and was always a little uncomfortable. After all, her sister lived in the next room, and he dared not make any trouble.

He tightened his throat and said, "I sleep on the ground."

Song Ran walked over and stretched out his hand around his waist: "Jingxing, don't worry, I'm fine. Shen Mengfang is detained. No one dares to trouble us. Go back and sleep. How can you get back to sleep on the ground? What's the matter?"

Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it."

Song Ran raised his hand and hung it on his neck again: "Why don't I sleep with my sister, and you sleep with Yang Haitao?"

Gu Jingxing shook his head quickly: "Don't don't, I'd rather sleep on the ground."

In the next room, Yang Haitao said exactly the same: "Don't don't don't, I'd rather sleep on the ground. It feels weirdly embarrassing for the elders to sleep on a bed."

Song Xuan looked at him embarrassedly: "Your body hurts, it's not good to sleep on the ground, or else, go to bed, I'll go to sleep with Wu Ma."

Song Xuan now has learned to feel sorry for Yang Haitao, which seems to be a matter of course.

After talking about going out, Yang Haitao grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the door.

There was only one bedside lamp left in the room, and it was dim all around. Song Xuan felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat. Similarly, she heard Yang Haitao's heartbeat, and she saw Yang Haitao lick her lips nervously.

The light was dim, and even if his nose was blue and his face was swollen, Song Xuan could understand his handsomeness. His eyes were good-looking and refreshing, and his eyes were bright and hot, causing her face to become hot.

Damn Yang Haitao when has such a charm?

He hung one hand on his chest, and his left hand was holding her wrist. He pleaded and slowly said: "Song Xuan, don't go, be by my side, okay?"

Song Xuan's heart softened suddenly, she raised her left hand and stroked his face, gently rubbing: "Yang Haitao...Yang Haitao..."

He looked at her nervously: "Hmm..."

The voice was heavy, and the night became more exciting. August and the end of summer might have been a season suitable for love.

Her fingers rubbed the corners of his mouth, and her voice was very gentle: "Does it hurt? Does it still hurt?"

Yang Haitao's eyes were very gentle: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Does it really hurt?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt."

She stood on tiptoe, before leaning against his lips, whispered: "Then close your eyes."

Yang Haitao's heart stopped beating at that moment, and he hurriedly closed his eyes.

There was a warm touch on his lips, and after his heart stopped beating for a short time, it jumped up like a storm.

is that true?

is that true?

Are you dreaming?

He half-opened his eyes in a hurry, and then met Song Xuan's beautiful peachy eyes. Song Xuan was a little annoyed: "Didn't you let you close your eyes?"

Yang Haitao clasped her waist tightly and deepened the kiss. It was worn to the wound, and the pain made him groan, but he couldn't bear to stop the kiss, and kissed it too.