The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

The next second, she quickly closed the book, put it under the pillow, and lay down.

"Then go to bed early tonight so that you won't feel sleepy if you go play tomorrow!" She looked forward to it.

"Is your hair dry?" He touched her hair.

My hair is almost dry, but some places on the back of my head are still a little wet.

He pulled her out of the bed again and wiped her with a towel, "Don't sleep until your hair is dry, it will give you a headache."

Drying her hair over charcoal fire was very harmful. In such weather, she dried her hair slowly.

"The hair salon already has a big blow dryer, but it's not convenient to move. It's like a big machine."

She half leaned on him, "I wonder when there will be a hair dryer that is small enough to be held in your hand?"

Drying hair is such a chore.

It doesn't matter if boys have short hair.

Nowadays, many female students have short hair, which is fashionable, but most of them still have waist-length hair like Song Huiyi. Washing their hair every time is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Washing your hair is tiring, let alone drying it.

In summer, you can bask in the sun, but in winter, you can only sit by the stove and slowly dry your hair.

My hair is wet in winter and looks like ice.

"There will be."

He said, "Human wisdom is infinite. We have built cars and airplanes. Are we still worried about not having a small thing like a blower?"

Song Huiyi also felt the same way.

I just don’t know if she can still enjoy this convenience.

She asked him: "Are we just going to leave like this?"

She has never been to Hangzhou.

It can be said that she lived in Nancheng for the first 14 years and in France for the next five years. She has not had the opportunity to go to other places.

She likes to read travel journals precisely because she yearns for them.

Through books, you can see the customs and appearance of many places.

She often thought that she would walk around if she had the chance.

"Otherwise? Do you still need to plan?" His laughter fell on the top of her head.

"I just thought I would have something to do in the next few days."

"worry about what?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her sideways, "Whether it's my soldiers or your father and brother, they are not working for a living! They will do things without us two idlers!"

What's more, their game has almost been laid out.

The net is cast, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

"You call yourself an idler?" She couldn't help laughing.

She disagreed with this statement.

If he is an idler, then there are probably not many people in the world who would be embarrassed to say that they are an idler.

He barely stopped.

"I just want to take a break from my busy schedule and be with you all day long!" he said.

Song Huiyi smiled.

He wiped her hair and let her go when she was done.

The stove in the house was still burning charcoal fire and the door was closed, so he opened a slit in the window to allow ventilation.

After doing everything, he turned off the light and went to bed.

Song Huiyi was already a little drowsy. Now he lay down on the bed and couldn't open his eyes.

She nestled on his chest and closed her eyes: "Other people are tired in spring and autumn, but I feel tired in winter."

"Being able to eat and sleep is a blessing! It means that my Huiyi is a blessed person!" he said.

"You support me all the time."

Her hand pinched his waist gently, "You can even say a few words at this time. Are you ready to lift me to the sky?"

Her voice sounded satisfied.

Knowing that he was holding her, she was still a little excited.

He smiled and hugged her tightly, patting her back, "Go to sleep."

She hummed in response.

After playing in the snow for a long time, she soon fell asleep after spending some energy.

Shen Yuqing was in high spirits.

He followed her back rhythmically, patting her again and again, and did not stop until she was breathing evenly.

Song Huiyi had a dream.

She was walking on the road calmly when a huge stone fell from the sky and hit her by accident.

There was nothing wrong with her, but the stone weighed down her and she couldn't breathe. She tried to push and struggle to no avail.

She wanted to call for help, but there was no way.

Just when she thought she was going to die here, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and woke up with a start.

She almost bounced!

His body was being held down, and he still had the fear in his sleep.

She was taken aback.

Only then did she realize that she was not dreaming of a huge boulder, but Shen Yuqing was holding her down.

She was speechless and he kissed her.

He pressed on her and looked at her with a smile.

"You are really..." She calmed down her heartbeat and felt a little angry.

She habitually stays in bed late in the morning.

When he did this, she woke up immediately, and all her sleepiness disappeared.

He saw her looking at him stupidly, turned over and sat up again, grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

She leaned into his arms.

"Hui Yi, morning." He said with a smile in his voice.

He had just woken up, and his voice was not as clear as usual, with a bit of hoarseness.

She stared at him in confusion: "You are doing something early in the morning."

Shen Yuqing laughed.

"I called you several times but you didn't respond!"

Then he whispered into her ear, with an ambiguous lingering touch, "Hui Yi, why did you wake up so quickly? If it had been a little later, I could have taken off your clothes and helped you change them!"

"..."

How can anyone behave like a gangster with such confidence?

Shen Yuqing laughed again.

He patted her: "I won't tease you anymore."

Then he said, "It's getting late. If I don't get up, I won't be able to make it in time for lunch in Hangzhou."

"what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

He held her shoulders and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, "You wash up and make up first, and I'll ask Mrs. Liu to prepare breakfast."

"it is good."

He got out of bed.

He pulled on his slippers and went to the closet to get some clothes for her.

He dragged a stool from the side, put his clothes on the stool, and used the residual heat from the stove to warm his clothes.

He was very experienced at doing this.

"The clothes are a little cold, wash up first and then change clothes." He warned her.

Seeing her nodding, he left the door.

She packed up and went downstairs, where Shen Yuqing was leaning against the wall and talking on the phone.

Wearing only a thin shirt, he stood there with his legs crossed, lighting a fire and smoking while lazily tilting his head and holding the microphone.

Hearing her voice coming downstairs, he looked sideways.

Then, he put the cigarette in his mouth, changed to holding the microphone, and waved to her.

"Huiyi!" he shouted.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and his voice was a little slurred.

The smoke moved up and down as he spoke, "I'm talking to your second brother, would you like to come over and say a few words?"

"I smoked so early in the morning. Have you brushed your teeth?"

Song Huiyi walked over, took off the cigarette from his teeth, and took the microphone from his hand, "Hello?"

"Huiyi." Song Heping's voice came from the other side.

Shen Yuqing said from the side: "I wash up on the first floor."

He reached out to her for a cigarette.

"I'm not as heavy a smoker as you." She returned the cigarette to him, "Just this one, I'll have breakfast later."

Shen Yuqing smiled and said yes.