President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

Listen to the story?

The curled eyelashes trembled slightly. Wen Zhouzhou kept his back to Shang Jing and continued to pretend to sleep as if he hadn't heard him.

She's not a child. She doesn't need to listen to stories.

Shang Jing held the book in his hand, and his long finger fell on the corner of the page, just opening the first page of the book.

The books he chose were fairy tale books. Each story was not long and would not take much time to read.

Wen Zhou ignored it.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and gently called, "Zhou Zhou?"

Wen Zhou: "

She fell asleep.

When people are asleep, they don't know anything and can't hear anything.

Shang Jing: "Zhou Zhou?"

Wen Zhou: "

Shang Jing put down the fairy tale book and looked at Wen Zhou with his back to himself. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and his fingers full of thin cocoons fell on her smooth and fat skin and moved down her earlobe.

She was a little itchy.

Gradually, his fingers stopped at her neck, continued down her neck, and finally stopped at her clavicular fossa, rubbing gently bit by bit.

Crisp.

He didn't know when he had laid down and hugged her from behind.

The male warm breath swam domineering in her ear. His low magnetic voice was hoarse to the bone: "Zhou Zhou, did you sleep?"

Because his lips are too close to her earlobe, when he talks one by one, the cold and soft thin lips will touch her earlobe, like a kiss.

Wen Zhou was so upset that she could only open her eyes: "I don't listen to the story. I'm very sleepy now."

Her eyes were clear and awake.

Shang Jing pierced her disguise: "lie."

Wen Zhou: "

He held the position of embracing her from behind, took the book's arm around her pillow, and the other hand around her shoulder, and unfolded the catalogue of fairy tales in front of her: "what kind of story does Zhou Zhou like?"

Wen Zhou reluctantly glanced at the catalogue. When he saw the catalogue and the names of childish fairy tales, he suddenly felt that his IQ had been insulted.

Is this book read by primary school students?

She is an adult.

She stared at those familiar directories. She wanted to lose her temper and resist, but the picture in her mind suddenly put an end to her temper.

Many years ago, it was the same fairy tale book, the same fairy tale. When she went downstairs to drink water, she passed the corridor on the second floor and happened to see that wenxinting's room was still lit.

Standing at the door, she heard Wen Shihao reading a story book.

I want my father to tell her a bedtime story.

This is her birthday wish that year.

Because of Wen Zhou's awkward position in the literary family, she is not qualified to spend her birthday every year, and Wen Shihao and Shen Bi don't even remember her birthday.

Every time I buy her a cake for her birthday, it is grandma Wen and wenxinting who has always been bothering her.

After grandma Wen's accident, Wen Xinting came to provoke her on her birthday and left a birthday cake and gift.

In this way, her stepsister is very thoughtful.

Every time, wenxinting puts its posture very high.

Now look again, I found that when I was a child, I felt that the alms of wenxinting were actually very warm. Even the gifts that wenxinting said she didn't want were just what she needed most at that time.

Should she give a gift back?

Shang Jing expressed dissatisfaction with her distraction. He stretched out his finger and shook it in front of Wen Zhou. He fixed her round chin with his finger, narrowed her long and beautiful eyes, and his voice was full of danger: "who is Zhou Zhou thinking?"

Wen Zhou: "

This possessive tone.

To avoid Shang Jing's blind thinking, Wen Zhou had to answer truthfully: "I'm thinking about Wen Xinting."

Shang Jing relaxed her vigilance and determined that she was not trying to make him jealous and crazy. After Tao Dushen, the gloom and paranoia between her eyebrows and eyes dissipated immediately.

"She has something worth wasting energy thinking about."

Just a stepsister.

She will not be a threat to him in the future.

Smelling the faint fragrance on her, his eyes were deep, and then all his desires turned into a kiss. His thin lips stuck to her earlobe, and his fingers continued to point to the position of the directory: "Zhou Zhou, you haven't told me what story you want to hear?"

Wen Zhou: "

She is not interested in these stories.

She now reads books and likes to see human beings.

However, she received Shang Jing's warm heart. However, it is impossible for Shang Jing to break through her heart with such warmth and consideration and make her willing to become a imprisoned canary.

Wen Zhou didn't feel sleepy anyway. In addition, she's really depressed in her heart these days. She said, "read one by one."

Shang Jing was not angry, and his eyes were gentle: "OK."

Zhou Zhou is what he says.

Even if he saw that Zhou Zhou was still angry, she was still willing to pay attention to him.

The fairy tale books in primary school are very childish.

But after the childishness ended, each story summed up with a set of positive energy theory. Wen Zhou listened to the story told by Shang Jing, and his feeling was completely different from that before.

Seeing that she was gradually absorbed, Shang Jing continued to read.

In my ears, there is a clear and pleasant male voice.

Wen Zhouzhou listened, her attention was gradually distracted, and her sleep came. With the sound of Shang Jing's reading, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

After feeling the calm breathing of the people around him, Shang Jing's voice stopped.

After reading for a long time, his throat was thirsty.

However, Wen Zhou is now lying on his arm. Once he gets up, he is afraid that he will wake up the people in his sleep. So Shang Jing ignored the thirst from his throat and lay motionless.

Staring at Wen Zhou's sleeping face, a satisfied smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

Wen Zhou slept a long time.

At first, she slept quietly and comfortably, but later, she seemed to fall into endless darkness. She wanted to stand up and look up at the familiar blue sky and white clouds, but she found that there was only darkness in front of her.

Her feet were tightly intertwined by black vines, and she couldn't break free. Moreover, the more she tried her best to break free, the tighter she was intertwined by vines.

The sense of suffocation haunts my chest.

She's out of breath.

"Zhou Zhou..."

It's a familiar sound.

One after another, pull Wen Zhou out of his dream.

She suddenly opened her eyes, which was Shang Jing's worried eyes.

With a handkerchief in her hand, Shang Jing wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and looked painfully at her pale face: "have a nightmare?"

Wen Zhou took several deep breaths and slowly broke free from the suffocation in his dream.

She looked at Shang Jing, who was close to Chi Chi, then hung her eyes and fell on the handcuffs that fastened her wrist