Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 975 Like a kiss on the heart, healed the wrinkled scars of the heart
At this moment, he would rather be drunk and muddleheaded, it's better to be insensitive, so that his heart won't be so sharp and tingling.

He lay his head on her shoulder for a long time, and when the maid downstairs knocked on the door to deliver sober soup, he was willing to remove his head from the woman's shoulder.

He has sunk lazily on the sofa, squinting his eyes, lazily, not wanting to move a finger.

Xia Zhishui asked the maid to put down the hangover soup and supper, and then signaled her to go down and rest.

The door was closed again, Xia Zhishui couldn't help frowning again seeing the man's drowsy appearance.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, he was naked on the top, and casual trousers on the bottom half of his body, so he half leaned on the sofa, and his sleeping appearance was always not so good.

Xia Zhishui picked up the hangover soup, squatted beside Nalan Rongmo, and called him in a warm voice, "Nalan, after drinking the hangover soup, I'll have some supper later, and I'll go back to sleep later. This way my stomach won't feel so uncomfortable gone."

The man seemed to understand, and slowly opened his ink-stained eyes, staring at this little face that was so close at hand.

He never dreamed that he would fall in love with his little green plum after he was 30 years old.

He even felt a little regretful, if he could have expected that all his love today would be given to her.

Then when she ran after Fleeting Years and Fleeting Years didn't want her back then, he should have snatched her over instead of watching the joke of her being dumped mockingly as a bystander.

He obediently opened his mouth to drink the hangover soup that the woman fed to his mouth, and obediently ate the supper that the woman fed to his mouth spoon after spoon.

At this moment, the seemingly empty heart was extremely satisfied, and even the pupils in the eye sockets became a little moist.

Xia Zhishui was very satisfied with the man's obedient behavior, she smiled slightly, and said, "The wine is good, and you can still be so obedient when you're drunk, which saves you trouble."

As if he had received a compliment, the corner of the man's mouth curled into a smile, and his voice was rustling, "Zhi'er, I'm so good, don't you want to kiss me, reward me?"

These words have the meaning of being coquettish like a child and begging for sweets.

Xia Zhishui looked at him softly, leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek.

It was as if kissing Nalan's heart, it seemed to heal the wrinkled scars in his heart.

……

Xia Zhishui got up and cleared the table, then helped the man to bed to rest.

After he lay down on his back, he took another basin of warm water and scrubbed him roughly with a wet towel.

When he was almost busy, he covered him with a thin quilt and prepared to leave.

She turned off the light, and the man stood up from the bed to leave.

But as soon as she lifted her foot, her wrist was clamped by the man from behind.

The man's voice appeared extremely clear and clean in the dark and silent space, like a voice summoned by someone who had been in a coma for a long time and suddenly woke up, "Zhi'er, don't go."

Xia Zhishui turned around, the halo was dark, and she couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but she could probably sense where the other party was.

She pursed her lips, and said after a while: "Nalan, it's already late, I feel a little uncomfortable, I want to rest early."

The refusal of these words was obvious, but Nalan didn't seem to hear half of it.

His deep voice rose faintly, "Sleep together..."

After all, Didu is a traditional city, and few couples would sleep in the same bed in her natal family, so it was normal for Xia Zhishui to leave to sleep in her boudoir.

Xia Zhishui wanted to refuse directly, she even realized that the man might have already sobered up.

(End of this chapter)