Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 47 "Dream" to Him

After the "invitation" was issued, Wei Xuan remained silent for a long time.

The embarrassment factor in the air was fermenting, and Song Zhiwei's face was getting hotter and hotter.

He wouldn't think she was a casual woman, would he?
Thinking of this, Song Zhiwei immediately let go, coughed awkwardly, and said, "If you want to sleep on the floor, I have no problem."

Wei Xuan's foot moved, and he walked towards the door.

Song Zhiwei who was "rejected" just wanted to bury her face in the quilt, how could she say such a thing without thinking, why not just let him sleep on the floor?Why be kind enough to provide beds?And it was ignored.

However, the big bed suddenly sank, and Wei Xuan lay on the other side of the bed.

Song Zhiwei immediately looked at him with a surprised face, only to see that he was lying flat and steady, his eyes closed, and he had entered a state of rest.

He has a very long body, taking up the full length of the bed from head to toe, even though there is at least one and a half people between them, but visually, Song Zhiwei feels that he is very close to her.

This... the picture of "sleeping in the same bed" is even more embarrassing than imagined.

"Sleep." Wei Xuan seemed to have eyes on the side of his head, knowing that she was looking at him, and reminded him aloud.

Song Zhiwei immediately turned her head, closed her eyes, tried her best to calm down her chaotic heartbeat, and slowly fell asleep.

It is estimated that I have been tossing and tossing for a long time tonight, and my body has long been exhausted. Under the effect of the medicine, Song Zhiwei really fell asleep in a short time.

The heavy rain outside the window turned into light rain, pattering like playing a lullaby in summer, not only sweeping away the heat of the day, bringing the unique coolness of rainy nights, but also eliminating other noises from the outside world.

In her sleep, she coughed twice from time to time, but not violently.

The two "lived in peace" until the early morning.

It was the heaviest cold in the early morning, and with the rain, gusts of coolness came in through the gaps in the windows, quietly hitting the sleeping people.

Song Zhiwei is a person who is afraid of the cold, and she has already wrapped herself tightly in a thin blanket.

But even if she curled up into a ball, she still couldn't resist the coolness one after another.

Subconsciously, she "moved" away from the window, where there seemed to be a flame, yearning for her to go there.

When Song Zhiwei wrapped into a ball was next to him, Wei Xuan opened his eyes.

It's warm now.Her cherry lips were raised slightly, and she showed a satisfied smile in her sleep, and her soft cheeks rubbed against the "stove" twice.

Her face was next to her arm, and her delicate skin was as cool as fine silk.

And her shallow breath sprayed on his skin, bringing a trace of itching.

His black eyes drooped, but he didn't push her away.

The pills can only exert their greatest effect when they are in deep sleep, so Song Zhiwei is the most unconscious at this time, unable to feel abnormalities in the surrounding environment, and can only act on instinct.

She who had been sleeping restlessly all the time kicked off the quilt suddenly, and climbed onto Wei Xuan's body like an octopus.

She felt that holding the "warm stove" was warmer.

Looking at the hands and feet lying across his body, the corners of Wei Xuan's mouth twitched slightly.

In this "throwing arms and hugging" posture, is this woman really asleep?
He raised his arm, trying to push her away.

However, Song Zhiwei was disturbed, she uttered a sleepy babble in dissatisfaction, pressed her hand, and hugged his arm directly, and dragged him into her arms.

Well, this is also quite warm with "pillar".

A few black lines appeared on Wei Xuan's forehead, and his arms were pressed against her chest. As she breathed evenly, the soft touch "hit" his perception one after another.

Does this woman really think he is dead?

Stretching out his other hand, he tried to "rescue" the embraced arm.

But he was very light so as not to wake her up.

Clinker, Song Zhiwei in her sleep is as stubborn as she is when she is awake, and she will not let go when she "determines" something.

Feeling that someone was grabbing the "pillar" from her, she not only tightened her arms, but also pressed her face on it, and rubbed it twice by the way.

Seeing her "rogue" behavior, Wei Xuan's hand stopped in mid-air, neither pushing nor not pushing.

Poor Wei Xuan who has always only dealt with men has no idea how to deal with this clingy "cat". After thinking for a while, he finally gave up the idea of ​​pushing her away.

Close your eyes again, and race against time to sleep for a while before dawn.

Another two hours later, Wei Xuan woke up, his biological clock was more accurate than the clock, even in his sleep he would never forget the time to get up.

At this time, Song Zhiwei was still hugging his arm tightly like an octopus.

In order not to delay the time to return to the team, and without worrying about waking her up, he pulled his arm out of her arms.

Song Zhiwei really woke up, but she was still half asleep, her consciousness was still in the chaotic stage, and her misty eyes revealed puzzlement and confusion.

"Wei Xuan?" Her voice was nasal and her eyelids were clenched up and down, showing that she was still sleepy.

Her brain was turning very slowly like a rusty gear, and the memory of last night was completely out of her mind. She thought she was dreaming.

Realizing that she was "dreaming", Song Zhiwei didn't seem so confused anymore, she muttered in a low voice: "Why did I dream of you again, and you still don't have clothes on?"

Wei Xuan, who was about to get up, was stunned when he heard this.

He stared at her sideways, eyes as dark as the sea.

again?dream about him?
However, Song Zhiwei didn't see his complicated eyes, she closed her eyes again, but she was still murmuring "sleeping words": "I don't want to see you, you are not mine."

Wei Xuan was sure that he heard her right, but he suspected that her brain was burnt out.

He reached out to touch her forehead and found that her body temperature had returned to normal.

Dissatisfied with being "harassed", Song Zhiwei with a bad temper waved him away and muttered, "It's still so annoying in my dream."

Wei Xuan's hand rested on top of her head, and he wanted to wake her up and go to the hospital, but seeing that her fever has subsided and there are no other adverse reactions, it is better to let her sleep for a while, and then go to the hospital after waking up.

Thinking of this, Wei Xuan got up slowly without waking her up.

Putting on the wet clothes directly, Wei Xuan opened the door.

But he didn't go out directly, but turned back suddenly, leaving a note on the table, reminding Song Zhiwei to go to the hospital.

Then just left.

"Bang" the anti-theft door closed, and the movement outside did not affect Song Zhiwei who was sleeping soundly in the room.

At this time, the wind stopped and the rain also stopped, and the long night finally passed. When the early morning light quietly cast over the city, Song Zhiwei did not know what kind of dream she had, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She hasn't realized how many things she shouldn't have said that night, and how many things she shouldn't have heard.

(End of this chapter)