The Dumb Wife of Rebirth is Unbearable

Unconscious intimacy is the deadliest thing.

The other party doesn't know anything, is frank and generous, hugs your waist like a gentleman, and traps you in his arms with a very subtle force. Because of the distance, even the voice is so ambiguous...

Full of imagination.

Qingqiu didn't dare to move at all, subconsciously wanted to take the hand on his waist, and felt a little cold around it again.

It's a ring.

Although Mu Wanfeng resolutely broke off with Liang Jing, the ring on his hand...hasn't been taken off yet.

Qingqiu squeezed the quilt with slightly hot fingers, and heard Mu Wanfeng behind him say: "Aren't you tired? Are you still sleeping?"

To tell the truth, no matter how tired Qingqiu is every day, lying on the same bed with Mu Wanfeng, he still can't help insomnia. Now that he is so crowded, he doesn't dare to look back, so he shook his head slightly, and whispered: "Fortunately..."

After finishing speaking, she looked sideways at Mu Wanfeng behind her, and asked him, "Are you still asleep?"

Mu Wanfeng also shook her head and said, "I can't sleep."

His breath hit the back of Qingqiu's neck, Qingqiu let out an oh, bowed his head slightly and did not speak.

Since Mu Wanfeng broke up with Liang Jing, she suffered from insomnia every night, and had to toss until two or three in the middle of the night to fall asleep. Every morning when she opened her eyes, her eyes were full of heartache and sadness.

Although Qingqiu has never been in a relationship, he also feels that being out of love should be very tormenting, right?

Before going to bed, I can’t close my eyes due to the sadness and pain of losing my love, and when I wake up, I immediately think of those sweet or sad past events...

Every minute and every second of waking up is difficult, right?

Qingqiu heard Mu Wanfeng behind him wanting to turn over but couldn't turn it over, couldn't help but move Qingci to the wall again, pulled the quilt and turned over, "Are you still thinking about him?"

Mu Wanfeng froze for a moment, leaned on his arm and said, "Since when did you gossip like this?"

Qingqiu didn't know why he suddenly asked this, so he whispered: "I see you are still wearing a ring..."

Mu Wanfeng stopped breathing, took her hand out of the quilt, glanced at the ring on her ring finger, smiled and said, "I'm used to it..."

Qingqiu looked at him, because of the distance of a fist, he could see the dead gray light in the other person's eyes, just about to turn over to his side, his lips were touched.

too close...

Mu Wanfeng was looking at the ring on her hand with her arm on her pillow, but when she put it down, Qingqiu happened to turn her face sideways, and when she touched it, she put her arm on the man's lips.

Qingqiu froze for a moment, subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, this lick didn't matter, it directly licked on Mu Wanfeng's skin.

Both were stunned.

Qingqiu blushed, and hurriedly said: "No... I'm sorry..."

Mu Wanfeng's arm was still in place, and it was fine if Qingqiu didn't speak, but when he said it, his lips were almost touching his flesh, like a kiss.

After Qingqiu finished speaking, he turned over in a panic, blushing and bent his body into a small shrimp, and because the space was too small, he touched Mu Wanfeng's leg with his feet.

The successive physical contact in the dark night, like flint and steel colliding, sparks flew everywhere.

I can't tell if it's a ghost, or a distraction...

When Mu Wanfeng realized it, his hand was already on Qingqiu's waist again.

He straddled his arms stiffly like a log for a long time, seeing that there was no response from anyone, he licked his lips and whispered: "Can you...can you turn around?"

Everything follows the heart.

Jin Nuanyan listened to the cynicism of the people around her, closed her eyes and said nothing.

Zhuang Mengsheng tilted his head, looked at Jin Nuanyan lying flat on the quilt with his hands on the quilt, curled his lips and said in a cold voice: "Do you have to be so dignified even when you sleep? It's fine during the day, sir Who are you showing it to in the middle of the night? Aren’t you tired? Don’t you feel numb after a night of sleep?”

As he spoke, he reached for Jin Nuanyan's hand that was lying flat on the quilt, and was slapped.

Zhuang Mengsheng was stunned for a moment, and said coldly: "Jin Nuanyan! What do you mean? This is my home! My bed! Who are you dealing with here?"

He frowned, and seeing that Jin Nuanyan was pretending to be dead, he simply moved the pillow over by himself.

Zhuang Mengsheng shook the flat quilt on Jin Nuanyan's body with a wave of his hand, and just as he lay down and wanted to hug him sideways, his wrist was grabbed.

In the dark night, the bed is surrounded by a blue curtain, and by the candlelight in the courtyard, one can almost see the beautiful silhouette of the people around him connected in a line.

Zhuang Mengsheng was stunned for a moment, and just as he was engrossed in watching, Jin Nuanyan opened his eyes and said in a calm voice, "Can I sleep well?"

He looked at the head, but didn't look at him.

Zhuang Mengsheng was very dissatisfied with this, he took Jin Nuanyan's wrist with his backhand, rubbed it lightly, and said, "It's fine that you are usually indifferent, we are husband and wife anyway, how can you be indifferent to me?"

As he spoke, he lay down, leaned his head on Jin Nuanyan's shoulder on purpose, let him hold his wrist, and said, "You can grab me to sleep if you want, but if your fingers are cold, I'll give you a hand." You are warming up for free, but you are a little lighter, it hurts a little..."

After Zhuang Mengsheng finished speaking, he let go of Jin Nuanyan's wrist, allowing him to hold his own.

He and Jinnuan Yanjing do not interfere with the river water on weekdays, and they always sleep on the same bed with their backs facing each other. I don't know what happened today...

Doubt flashed in Jin Nuanyan's heart, she turned her head slightly to avoid the discomfort of being tied by Zhuang Mengsheng's hair, and the moment she let go of his wrist, her waist was hugged.

Jin Nuanyan doesn't like to be in contact with people, and his body is stretched into a straight line almost subconsciously. Just as he was about to push the person beside him away, Zhuang Mengsheng said: "Jin Nuanyan, I really want to live with you, Can you stop making faces for me? I'm not your subordinate, I'm good enough for this..."

"It's the first time I've been condescending to someone since I've grown up. Can you tell me what's good? Believe it or not if I piss you off if you offend me?"

As Zhuang Mengsheng said that, he raised his hand and patted Jin Nuanyan's waist, and he patted something cold.

It feels like a gun.

Zhuang Mengsheng was a special soldier, and he knew what it was just by touching it, and he knew the model of the gun just by touching it.

When pulling out his hand, he even weighed how many bullets were inside.

Zhuang Mengsheng looked coldly at the people beside him for a long time, then half-stretched to the head of the bed, and said with a sneer, "Bringing a gun while sleeping... Who are you guarding against?"

Jin Nuanyan has closed her eyes again at this moment, maintaining a mummy's steady sleeping position, just like a person lying in a coffin, even breathing with a cold and dead breath.

Zhuang Mengsheng looked at him coldly, the murderous aura on the brows fell on the bridge of his nose coldly, he restrained the urge to kick him off the bed, and said ruthlessly: "How can there be such a cold-blooded and heartless person like you in this world? It was an eye-opener!"

As he said that, he grabbed the quilt angrily and turned around, pulled the pillow to sleep on the side of the bed, and said, "It's disgusting!"

The room was full of silence, except for the remaining rings, which circled around until dawn.