Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2123 Willingly (29)

... But there seems to be no extra quilt here.

If you want more bedding, you have to send someone to get it.

The general looked at the ground.

"..." The little boy blushed and gritted his teeth.

This idiot, why can't he take the initiative! ?

Could it be that he had to—

He grabbed her fingers, neither pulling nor loosening.

She was right in front of him, sweet and fragrant, and she had already messed up his heart completely without doing anything.

Extremely embarrassed.

His heart was pounding and he didn't speak, just staring at her steadfastly.

The wet deer-like pupils were slightly red, and the corners of the eyes had already been treated with medicine.

The eyelashes were drooping softly, slender and thick, just staring at her warmly.

She looked at the ground, then at him.

Facing his childish and clear eyes, she paused.

Her mind was as clear as Linglong, and after thinking about it for a while, she seemed to have captured something.

"You... want me to sleep here?"

As soon as the words fell, his moist eyes trembled.

Pursing her lips slightly, she let go of her hand.

Wrapped in a quilt, lie down.

Lying on the bed with his back to her.

"I... I didn't say that."

He wrapped himself in a quilt, buried his head, and made a sound.

Softly, with a distinct awkwardness.

He is extraordinarily stubborn and wants to save face.

"..." The General looked at him quietly.

He didn't really say that, but now he...

But he left her an outside seat and half of the pillows.

he……

She lowered her eyes, held her forehead, and chuckled lightly.

For no reason, he remembered what the prime minister had said to her earlier.

Knife mouth, tofu heart.

It was him.

She touched her upper jaw with her tongue and clicked her tongue.

Wanted to laugh, but still didn't say anything.

Turned around and left the bed.

The candles in the house were quickly blown out.

……

……

……

The little boy buried in the quilt listened to the movement outside.

After the lights in the room were turned off, not long after, he felt someone sitting by the bed.

Take off your shoes and go to bed.

The little boy hid under the quilt, his heart beating so nervously.

It was stuffy under the quilt, and the air was not circulating. His cheeks were hot from the stuffiness, and he felt a little short of breath.

The nameless restlessness in the chest was surging uncontrollably.

Straight from his heart to his nerves.

It made him dizzy, his body was limp, and he felt a little weak all over.

It was as if the heart was going to be paralyzed.

He was facing the inside of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, in front of his protective shell.

Both hands unconsciously clutched the quilt, pressing down, breathing more and more rapidly.

In the stuffy and narrow environment, he could clearly hear his breathing, as well as the thunderous heartbeat.

Mixed together to form a messy song.

The beds are connected and there is no view.

Except for the eyes, all the sensory abilities of the body seem to be magnified hundreds, thousands of times.

She lay down, very close to him.

After a while of silence, the little boy, whose body was extremely tense and hot, felt her movements.

His quilt was lifted.

She leaned over and easily broke through his fragile protective shell.

The quilt was very warm, carrying his excessively hot body temperature.

She hugged him from behind, put her hands through his waist, and covered his belly.

The rich fragrance of flowers completely covered him almost instantly.

Breathing almost stopped suddenly.

(End of this chapter)