moonlight lure

Song Shiwei knew that he was still not satisfied, so she persuaded herself to put aside her shame in the dark, propped herself up and kissed his chin gently: "Honey, dear, let's take a rest!"

He half-smiled: "How long will it take?"

She blurted out: "Thirty minutes."

He didn't speak, and she felt guilty: "Ten minutes?"

She was disappointed: "Those five minutes."

Ji Yanchen's arm passed over her and he rummaged around in the bedside table for a long time. He took out a luminous timer, pressed it a few times, and put it next to her face: "Thirty seconds."

Song Shiwei: "?"

She looked at him in disbelief, with moist dark eyes and messy black hair. A person who was usually so cold and cold looked so cute when he was confused.

Ji Yanchen stared at her face with deep eyes, and a certain part of his heart felt very hot. He calmly said on his face: "We only need to rest for thirty seconds after doing fifty push-ups."

Song Shiwei suddenly became angry and kicked him on the waist: "I was hit more than fifty times just now!"

Ji Yanchen was amused by her automatic silencer and calmly reminded: "There are still twenty-three seconds."

Everywhere on his body was hard, his abdominal muscles were so hard that she couldn't pinch them, and her own feet hurt when she kicked him.

Song Shiwei was furious: "Ji Yanchen, you are not a human being!"

"Nineteen seconds."

"None of the donkeys in the production team have been treated like this!"

He tore open the packaging of the bag and made preparations. She angrily kicked off the quilt a few times on the bed: "I want to go back to Chengdu!"

"Fifteen seconds."

"I'll change the door code when I get back tomorrow!"

"Thirteen seconds."

"I"

Song Shiwei was so angry that she couldn't speak. After a while, she kicked him in the face with anger: "I want to drink water!"

Ji Yanchen chuckled, threw away the wrapping paper in his hand, and leaned over to hug her.

Song Shiwei was forced to hug his neck and was carried out of bed by him. The moment he stood up straight, she whispered softly into his neck, causing him to take a deep breath. While kissing her hard, he carried her towards the table by the window, stopping and walking. The journey that took less than five seconds was dragged out by him as long as going to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures.

Song Shiwei was so tortured by him that she couldn't cry out in pain, so she lowered her head and bit his shoulder hard.

When he reached the table, he held her up with one hand, fed her some water, then spread his shirt on the windowsill and put her on it.

***

Two hours later.

Coming out of the bathroom, Song Shiwei lay tiredly on one side of the bed. The person behind her turned off the light and went to bed and hugged her: "Baby, don't pay attention to what my dad said during dinner. He talks a lot of nonsense after drinking."

Her mind was groggy and she thought very slowly: "Which sentence?"

"Hold grandson."

She didn't take it seriously: "Elders, you must think so even if you don't say it."

He kissed behind her ear and asked calmly: "Then what do you think?"

They have been using contraceptive measures since they lived together, and they tacitly understood that they would definitely have a life of two in at least a few years, so they had never specifically discussed this topic before.

"I" Song Shiwei hesitated a little. He took her hand and squeezed it slowly. After a while, she said softly, "I don't really want it."

His voice was calm, as if he was not surprised: "You mean you never want it?"

She hummed and asked a little uneasily: "What about you?"

He rubbed the ring on her ring finger and replied calmly: "You decide this matter. Pregnancy and childbirth are all yours. I am only responsible for cooperating and have no right to participate in the decision."

She was quiet for a moment, and her tone contained no praise or blame: "Captain Ji, you are such a thief."

Ji Yanchen was confused: "Why?"

She looked back and asked, "If you don't participate in the decision, when the elders urge you to do it, you will blame me, right?"

He suddenly burst into laughter, lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, complimenting her half-truly and half-falsely: "My wife is so amazing, she can see my plans at a glance."

Song Shiwei snorted proudly and turned back: "So, what do you think?"

After a moment of silence, he said softly: "Anything is fine."

Song Shiwei felt that his reaction was too bland and boring: "It seems like you don't really want it either."

He hugged her from behind, smiled and kissed the back of her neck: "Yes, it's enough for me to have a baby."

The two talked about other things for a while, and Song Shiwei responded slower and slower, gradually closing her eyelids. Half asleep and half awake, she vaguely remembered the last time she went to Qi Heng's house for dinner. He saw Sheng Sheng's doting expression like an old father's. On the way home, he asked her what toys the little girl liked and bought them for her next time.

Also, last time I had a party with his comrade, who was a few years older than him, and his daughter had just learned to walk, he also teased her with toys and couldn't put them down.

Before completely falling asleep, she wondered in her last moment of clarity, did he really not want children?

The next day, Ji Xie's family made an appointment to go to the resort together.

They set off in the evening and arrived at the hotel just in time for dinner. The eight people consciously divided into the elderly group and the youth group according to their age. The former went to eat the health pot, while the latter took the elevator to the cafeteria.

Song Shiwei actually wanted to join the health pot group, but she was worried that it would be a bit awkward to deal with the elders alone. She and Ji Yanchen did not have a wedding ceremony, so they did not go through the traditional steps such as changing their names. Until now, the two of them still call each other's parents "uncle" and "auntie."

Both of them thought it was good to keep a sense of boundaries like this. Fortunately, their parents were also very open-minded, especially Jiang Yu. After knowing that her mother died of illness very early, she told Ji Yanchen in private that she didn't need to change her story. , she was very grateful to the other party for her understanding.

Ji Yanchen saw her eager look when they parted. After entering the elevator, he pinched her face and asked softly: "Want to go with them?"

Song Shiwei nodded: "A little bit."

"My dad and Uncle Xie want to drink. Their game is very slow. You will regret it if you go."

He pursed the corner of his lips and tucked the broken hair beside her ear, "If you want to eat, we can go there tonight for a midnight snack."

The person next to him frowned: "No, she will get fat." He sideways blocked her in a corner, blocking the sight of other people in the elevator, and coaxed her in a low voice and seriously: "My wife is not fat at all, she is just right in every aspect."

After the elevator reached the top floor, they followed the crowd and walked off the elevator. The two people behind looked at their backs and whispered in disbelief: "Why is your brother like this now?"

Ji Jia looked at Ji Yanchen's considerate look with his head lowered and listened carefully to what the people around him were saying, and commented lightly: "Maybe he is like this in nature, but it's just that he has only had a wife for so many years."

Xie Zhan was a little resentful because she was besieged by her family at the dinner table the night before. She was watching the fun without being salty: "Then why didn't you inherit it?"

Ji Jia smiled slightly: "Sorry, the love brain in our family is passed down from male to female."

Several people walked into the restaurant one after another and chose a table by the window. Outside the window is the green mountain scenery. It is getting late, and the moon shows a small tip in the clouds.

They each brought their food back and chatted while eating. Ji Yanchen and Xie Zhan hadn't seen each other for a year. They chatted about the recent situation in each other's studios, and Song Shiwei also listened intently. There are not many people in Xie Zhan's studio, but they are all the top young computer elites in the country. Their main business is to build network security for customers. They cooperate with all powerful brands, both at home and abroad.