Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Jingshu made it very measured, Hua Zhirong's bed was already too big, he only occupied one-third of it, leaving more than half for Hua Zhirong's... small futon.

Hua Zhirong sat on the familiar little futon in her most familiar posture, but she couldn't find that most familiar feeling.

Hua Zhirong had her eyes closed at first, but after closing them for a while, she opened them quietly, staring at the bulging ball, there was no movement at all, Wen Jingshu looked like she was fast asleep.

Hua Zhirong's buttocks sitting on the futon moved, and he closed his eyes again. After a while, he opened it again. Wen Jingshu didn't seem to be affected by his small movements at all. Hua Zhirong couldn't help it. Yes, he turned half of his body and carefully moved his head close to Wen Jingshu.

Wen Jingshu buried half of his face in the quilt, only the upper half of his eyes and the bridge of his nose were exposed.

Wen Jingshu's eyelashes are extremely long and dense, and he looks extremely delicate. At this moment, he is breathing steadily, and his eyelashes don't even tremble. Hua Zhirong can't tell what's wrong with him. As he got closer, he stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down.

It's okay for Hua Zhirong to be in an awkward posture at the moment, but if other familiar people saw him, they would probably think that he was taken away by someone.

After looking at it for a while, Hua Zhirong realized that this was too stupid. Just as she was about to straighten her back and continue to meditate, Wen Jingshu's eyelashes moved. body.

Even if Wen Jingshu didn't wake up, she will be woken up now.

Wen Jingshu looked at someone who threw himself on him, and blinked: "Put yourself in the arms?"

"Where did children learn these messy idioms!" Hua Zhirong immediately retorted, completely ignoring his 180-degree twisted body at the moment.

Wen Jingshu's eyes were clear, and there was no sign of falling asleep at all. He listened to Hua Zhirong's words "children", and silently stretched out his hands to wrap around Hua Zhirong's waist, twisting his whole body When I came over, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When I turned over, my right hand moved down a little, just touching someone's butt.

It is quite warped and elastic, and the hand feel is still so good.

Hua Zhirong's mind went blank, and he didn't feel this layer at all. When he realized it again, he was already face to face with Wen Jingshu, and the distance between the two faces was no more than two fingers.

"Can't sleep." Wen Jingshu suddenly said.

"Didn't it just now..." Hua Zhirong subconsciously thought, didn't you fall asleep just now, then slammed on the brakes and swallowed, so Jing Shu didn't fall asleep at all just now?

So...Jing Shu saw his appearance just now?

Hua Zhirong coughed lightly, and decided to ignore the question: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jingshu looked at Hua Zhirong's guilty little eyes, and thought of the little prince's tactile little face in the previous world, wondering how the little fairy master's face would look when pinched.

Hua Zhirong watched Wen Jingshu raise his hand suddenly, and then gently pinched his cheek with his too slender fingers.

The Face of Flowers: ...

Wen Jingshu also seemed to feel something was wrong, he calmly changed pinching to touching, and said in a coquettish tone: "I can't sleep alone."

Sure enough, Hua Zhirong quickly forgot about pinching his face. He straightened his face and tried to make himself look more serious: "I'm right next to you when I meditate." The subtext is that you don't have to be afraid, I'm right by your side .

Wen Jingshu pursed his lips, and his hands were still on Hua Zhirong's face. Hua Zhirong couldn't help but look at him twice. Wen Jingshu always wanted to bully him when he saw him like this. Rong, has become more and more aware of showing her true colors.

So he boldly changed touch to pinch again, and pinched several times as if nothing had happened.

Hua Zhirong glanced at him strangely, and was about to say something, but Wen Jingshu interrupted him first: "Zhirong, will your skin become so good after cultivating immortality?"

It would be too late for ordinary people to hear complaints, but Hua Zhirong was never an ordinary person, so he accepted Wen Jingshu's "compliment" well: "Generally speaking, this is the case, but there are some who are not."

When he said no, Huazhirong's ending sound rose slightly, and the little face holding it was written all over: come and praise me, come and praise me.

"Zhirong is really powerful." Wen Jingshu continued to talk nonsense with his eyes open.

"It's okay." Hua Zhirong was modest, and Wen Jingshu rubbed his face even more unscrupulously.

"Is Zhirong still meditating?" Wen Jingshu lowered his hand and hugged him full.

Only then did Hua Zhirong realize that he should be sitting and meditating right now. He struggled in his heart and was about to get up, but Wen Jingshu held him back: "Can Zhirong sleep with me all night? He was afraid that Hua Zhirong would disagree, so he emphasized it, "Just one night, okay?"

Hua Zhirong didn't really want to get up at first, he blinked his eyes and thought for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Just for one night, I can't do this when I grow up." After speaking, he touched Wen Jingshu's head.

Wen Jingshu: ...

Wen Jingshu didn't know how many times he hated this age and height, and he didn't know what the person who asked him to do the strategy thought, how would such a big kid do the strategy?

"Okay." But the promise still has to be promised.

Wen Jingshu skillfully stuffed himself into Hua Zhirong's arms. In the last world, the little prince was too short, so there was something wrong no matter how he stuffed it. This world perfectly solved this problem. At least now, it seems that he is lying on the flower The fit in Zhirong's arms couldn't be more suitable.

Hua Zhirong hugged his family's Jing Shu contentedly, and felt the beauty of sleeping for the second time, and the first time was naturally in the inn.

Wen Jingshu recalled Huahua's problem of the difficulty of strategy strategy. In the last world, he and Hua Zhirong had developed a lot of relationship in bed. They even completed the tasks in bed. This life will be very helpful. The way to speed up the progress of the strategy was ruthlessly pinched.

Wen Jingshu raised his head and looked at Hua Zhirong who had closed his eyes and fell asleep. Seeing that the corner of Hua Zhirong's mouth raised a small arc, he straightened up slightly and kissed his chin.

But it's okay, at worst, I will spend hundreds of years with the little fairy here.

Of course, there is also a premise that he must at least advance to Nascent Soul, and Wen Jingshu has chosen to temporarily forget about such things.