After the marriage, the giant is really fragrant every day [Transmigration Book]

The light in the room was dim, and Cen Xing felt that the heat from his whole body seemed to rush to his face, and he must have been ridiculously red, until his forehead was covered with a cool, soft cloth.

He slowly turned his head, and met Lu Mingshen's eyes unexpectedly. The man was sitting by the bed, like a statue, but in his black eyes, the cold ice of the past seemed to have completely melted, and he was so warm that he looked like a different person.

If he usually showed this kind of look to others, who wouldn't be tempted?

When he was thinking wildly, his eyes dimmed. It was Lu Mingshen's hand brushing his messy forehead hair, and his fingertips brushed his hot cheek intentionally or unintentionally.

The man's fingertips felt cool, and when they slid across the hot skin, there seemed to be a strange electric current, but Cen Xing didn't hate it, on the contrary, he was used to it, enjoying this kind of comfort.

When he realized that the man was about to withdraw his hand, he even instinctively rubbed his face against Lu Mingshen's hand, as if he had done it countless times in a dream, to comfort the man like a baby.

In Lu Mingshen's eyes, Cen Xing's eyes glowed softly, like a newborn fox, who seemed to know how to make people's hearts soft.

His face was as red as fire, his lips were as red as blood, and his skin as smooth as jade seemed to be tempting others to love him.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Lu Mingshen didn't take back his hand, but pressed his palm against Cen Xing's cheek, gently rubbed his delicate skin with his fingertips, and asked hoarsely, "Would you like to get up and drink some ginseng soup?"

"I might be really drunk." I vaguely recalled that before Lu Mingshen advised him not to drink too much, a drunken smile appeared on the corner of Cen Xing's mouth, and he took the man's hand with one hand and covered his eyebrows; Peeking at his expression with fingertips, like a laughing fox playing hide-and-seek with its owner: "You won't be angry, will you?"

When Cen Xing spoke, his warm breath sprayed on Lu Mingshen's wrist, rubbing and sweeping like the tip of a cat's tail, making one's heart itch.His mouth opened and closed, his lips were as moist as rose petals, brushing against Lu Mingshen's tiger's mouth, like countless light kisses.Lu Mingshen's breathing was a little messy: "I will never be angry with you."

"It's hard to say." He closed his eyes and smelled the smell of medicine in Lu Mingshen's hands, which seemed inexplicably reassuring to him, and there was also an indescribable sense of familiarity: What exactly is it?

"Drink the ginseng soup before going to sleep." Lu Mingshen felt helpless at his coquettishness, scratched his small pear dimple with his thumb, and he didn't notice how intimate the gesture was, and whispered: "Otherwise, tomorrow will be uncomfortable."

Unwilling to open his eyes, Cen Xing pillowed his hand and didn't want to let go, but when he saw the blanket on his lap, he managed to regain some sense: Lu Mingshen was still injured, and he actually wanted him to take care of him instead. .

Forced to stand up, Cen Xing realized at this moment that he had somehow returned to the bedroom, and the room was so quiet that only the two of them were breathing.He leaned against the pillow, and watched Lu Mingshen hand him the steaming ginseng soup, it was a bit unreal: Lu Mingshen could actually take care of people? !

The bitter juice ran across the tip of his tongue, Cen Xing frowned, and took a small sip, still pouted from the bitterness, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

Even the ginseng soup is bitter?Lu Mingshen shook his head helplessly, and then asked the kitchen to bring some honey water over as soon as possible.

He stared at Cen Xing's small and bright red tongue, looming on the rim of the cup, reminiscent of a cat drinking milk.

If licking is something else... Lu Mingshen squeezed his palms hard: this is not the time to think about it.

This is obviously a person who should be taken care of in a honey jar. The Meng family is so cruel that they will abandon him like a scrap of paper.

Inadvertently remembered Lu Mingye's bad words about Cen Xing at that time: "He is like a rose with thorns, pricking his hands."

Lu Mingshen has another opinion: If the rose doesn't pierce the hand, wouldn't the bad guys be allowed to do whatever they want?Cen Xing is like a unique red rose, which will wither if eaten by secular energy. To appreciate his blooming appearance, he wished to irrigate it with fairy energy and hold the best things in the world in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that Cen Xing struggled to throw off the quilt after drinking the ginseng soup, and tried to step on the ground, Lu Mingshen thought that he wanted to find a drink again, so he had to go forward and push him back: "Sleep well."

Lu Mingshen's hands were broad and powerful, strong but gentle. Cen Xing was stuffed back under the bed in a daze, with only one head exposed, blinking his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that the smell of alcohol will get you?"

It turned out to be the case, Lu Mingshen heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed his hair, as if he had never used such a gentle tone to anyone: "Don't be afraid, you sleep."

Cen Xing grabbed the corner of the quilt and watched him lie down on the other side. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. He seemed to have discovered a new world, and asked mysteriously, "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

Lu Mingshen: ...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Xing thought that he was being shy, and said to himself: "I'm afraid too."

Knowing that the person beside him might be talking drunk, Lu Mingshen turned his head slightly: "Why?"

"The villa you arranged for me before was so big and empty, and there was only one person at night, so I was flustered." Cen Xing closed his eyes, and his hand was suddenly warm. It was Lu Mingshen's palm, which was stuck to the back of his hand.The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: it turned out that Lu Mingshen was the same as him.

He didn't know that in the dark, Lu Mingshen was also relieved: this way he wouldn't have to rack his brains every day, thinking of new reasons to trick him into sleeping here.

Lu Mingshen didn't let go of his hand. Cen Xing slept very peacefully that night, until he was awakened by the biological clock on time. He rubbed against the warm place, like a sleepy kitten covering its eyes with its paws.

However, this night's "quilt" seems to be very comfortable, soft and elastic, but a bit suffocating.

Slowly opening his eyes, Cen Xing's whole body was petrified: at some point, he was actually huddled in Lu Mingshen's arms, his forehead almost touching the man's chin.

Is it because of alcohol?Cen Xing's brain froze and then became paralyzed: His sleeping appearance shouldn't be that bad... right?

He was surrounded by Lu Mingshen's arms, that person was like a ferocious beast protecting food, even if he moved a little, the arm of that person in his sleep would snatch him up again.

And he reacted.

Lu Mingshen's aura is so domineering, it envelops him as if suppressed, if he heard someone say that he was drunk by the fragrance of medicine, Cen Xing would definitely think it was a joke, but at present he is.

Biting her lip, Cen Xing got out of his arms little by little, dizzy, and staggered towards the bathroom.

So he didn't pay attention, after the bathroom door closed, a sly look flashed across the corner of Lu Mingshen's mouth.

He desperately splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the thoughts he shouldn't have. It's obviously a relationship between Party A and Party B. Isn't it too unprofessional to be emotional?

However, half of this was Lu Mingshen's fault.Thinking about it carefully, the two not only kiss and sleep in a new house, but also take care of each other. Are they going to compete for the most entertaining party A and B? !

After wiping his face, Cen Xing calmed down. If it wasn't for the sudden request to share the same bed, he wouldn't have strange dreams.Those dreams are the origin of everything.

"It's a bit difficult." During breakfast, Lu Mingshen heard Cen Xing ask if he could go back to his own room to sleep tonight. He first grimaced, and then discussed: "You said yesterday that you were afraid of sleeping alone, so I let Aunt Fang Bring everything in your room."

Cen Xing: ...

This movement was too fast, Cen Xing bit his chopsticks, and after a while, taking advantage of only two people around, asked softly: "You, don't you like me?"

The author has something to say: Tomorrow there will be a two-in-one chapter_(:з」∠)_

感谢在2020-10-0723:12:38~2020-10-0823:37:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 Nanliang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!