Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

"What... Is it good-looking?" Lin Wanyue's whole body turned red instantly, and she stretched out her hand to the man's chest to distance herself from him.

Feeling the burning temperature from the palm of her hand, she couldn't help but curl her fingers, and the carefully made nails scratched across her chest, leaving a little pink scratch.

A muffled groan came from the man above her head, and the sound of panting was a little heavier: "Little Moon, don't hook me."

Lin Wanyue suddenly retracted her hand, "Who hooked you? Aren't you infected? How come it's hotter than me?"

The man laughed softly, and his whole chest trembled. He gently pinched the girl's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"You'll know later."

Seeing the girl's eyes wide open, there was still a trace of moisture because of the cold, as if she understood something.

Song Jiajun lowered his head and kissed the corner of the girl's eyes, and a salty taste spread in his mouth.

The man's lips pressed against the corner of her eyes and sucked gently, and Lin Wanyue couldn't help shaking.

"Why are you shaking? So sensitive?" Song Jiajun reached out to wipe the water stains from the corners of the little girl's eyes, and whispered a laugh in her ear.

"Let go! It's so hot!" Lin Wanyue didn't want to respond to his coquettish words.

"You little heartless, I've been guarding you all night, don't you have any expression?"

Song Jiajun not only didn't let go, but also filled up the little distance that Lin Wanyue had just struggled out.

"You've been sleeping in my bed, what else do you want to express? Don't push your luck!"

Song Jiajun just said it, what if he could get some benefits?

Now that he saw that he couldn't get out, he stopped while he was ahead.

"Okay, don't push your luck, get up now."

The arms that were holding her were removed from her body, and she didn't know why she felt a little empty.

The man sat on the bed and buttoned his shirt slowly. Even if the shirt was wrinkled, it didn't affect the man's natural nobility.

"If you want, I can hold you anytime." Seeing the little girl in a trance on the bed, Song Jiajun couldn't help but whispered a joke.

"...... Shut up!"

Lin Wanyue got off the bed from the other side and rushed into the bathroom without looking back.

Song Jiajun glanced at the closed door of the bathroom and smiled brightly. The little girl was so cute even when she was angry.

Lin Wanyue reached out and scooped a handful of water on her face, and then she felt that the burning shame on her face faded a little.

She must have had a cold and fever before. How could she let this man lose his mind and sleep in her room?

Now it's good, now he is getting more and more unscrupulous.

After complaining in her heart, the man's collar was open just now, his strong chest was hard and well-defined, and the pink color she glanced at...

Thinking about it, the temperature on her face rose again. Lin Wanyue shook her head to shake off the erotic picture in her mind.

"Wanyue, can I come in and wash my face?" Song Jiajun reached out and knocked on the bathroom door. How long does the little girl plan to hide?

"Come in."

The tall man appeared in the mirror, and the originally spacious bathroom suddenly seemed cramped.

Lin Wanyue brushed her teeth with a toothbrush, moved aside, and gave the sink to the man.

Song Jiajun saw an unopened toothbrush on the sink, and slowly opened the package: "Thank you Xiaoyue for preparing the toothbrush for me."

Lin Wanyue rolled her eyes at the man, brushing her teeth without stopping.

Song Jiajun leaned against the wall behind him, brushing his teeth while quietly watching the little girl rinse her mouth. He hoped that this moment would last longer and longer.

When Lin Wanyue put on her mask and went downstairs, she happened to meet Lin Ping who was carrying a handbag upstairs: "Miss, what do you want?"

Lin Wanyue took the bag from Lin Ping and turned to put it in Song Jiajun's hand: "Go back and change your clothes. They are so wrinkled and ugly."

Song Jiajun raised his eyebrows a little unexpectedly, his eyes were filled with a delicate smile, and he put his chin on the girl's shoulder, but pretended to be aggrieved: "It's really ugly? Take a closer look?"

Lin Wanyue stretched out her hand to push the dog head off her shoulder: "Hurry up, change and come down to eat."

"Tsk, so ruthless."

When the two got up, it was Chunsheng's nap time. The whole manor was very quiet. The servants performed their duties and quietly retreated after putting the food on the table.

Song Jiajun pulled the chair next to the little girl and sat down, his bright peach blossom eyes smiling: "Is it good looking?"

"Yes, I have a good eye."

"Of course, the man you choose is of course the best!"

Lin Wanyue: "........I'm talking about clothes."

Song Jiajun pinched the little girl's white earlobe and looked at her earlobe.Gradually turning into a pink, she said seriously: "Indeed, your vision is the best in everything you choose."

Lin Wanyue reached out and slapped the man's dishonest big hand, picked up a chopstick of scrambled eggs and put it in his bowl: "Eating can't stop your mouth."

Song Jiajun looked at the scrambled eggs on the plate and laughed in his heart. The little girl was quite vindictive.

Lin Wanyue knew that Song Jiajun's appetite was not strong. He would eat whatever he had. Only eggs were the only thing he didn't like to eat.

Since his mouth was full of dirty words, he should clean it up quickly.

Song Jiajun put the egg into his mouth without changing his expression. The egg the little girl picked up was also delicious.

*

Lin Wanyue had recovered completely after two days of rest, and Chunsheng still had a runny nose.

At this time, I really felt how strong the physique was that was several times higher than the average human level. In the past few days, I watched videos and the Internet was full of complaints from people who were infected with the virus.

Even those with better constitutions need more than a week to recover, and children like Chunsheng basically need more than a month on and off.

Except for Lin Ping and a few others, I am the one who recovered the fastest in the family, but why doesn't Song Jiajun show any signs of being infected?

Not only that, but he also comes to report every day, and he will not leave until Lin Wanyue drives him away. Now many people in the manor are discussing whether the identity of the son-in-law has been verified.

Just thinking about it, there was a sound of opening the door, and Lin Ping said expressionlessly: "Mr. Song is here."

Song Jiajun nodded, holding the things in his hand and sitting next to the little girl.

The man had a clear scent of cedar, and their legs were pressed together. The heating in the house was very strong, and Lin Wanyue was only wearing a thin home clothes.

The heat on her legs continued to flow, and Lin Wanyue bumped the man's legs with her own legs: "Sit aside, don't you feel crowded?"

"No, I want to be close to you."

Lin Wanyue:...Don't say such things expressionlessly, it's scary.