The Charming Cannon Fodder

That is to say, at the moment when Ying Rusheng was stunned, Song Yu's scorching scent, deeply tainted with wine, fell on the side of her neck tightly, warm and slender fingers fiddled with her hair very lightly and slowly, as if not ambiguous, like Intimacy is not intimacy, but seductive enough.

Although the two had been in a relationship before, perhaps it was because Song Yushen cared about her young age and rarely got close to her. Therefore, although she was used to living in the same bed with him, she was not used to his intimacy, so she quickly reacted from this dazedness, and looked at her familiar face dubiously, "Uncle?"

Because Song Yu had poured some wine deeply, as soon as she opened her mouth, the thick wine slid down her throat in an instant. Although the wine was not too much, because it was poured in suddenly, she didn't have any precautions, so it was all into her belly.

She knows very well that with these wines, she will probably be drunk again in a while.

Song Yushen was not wearing glasses at the moment, and the two eyes collided without obstruction after he moved up slightly, and they responded lowly to Ying Rusheng's words, "Yes."

He stroked her hair gently, "I miss you a bit, A Sheng. I'll rest here tonight, OK?"

He was asking her for her opinion, but he wrapped her waist in an absolutely possessive posture.

Ying Rusheng in his arms did not speak for a long time after swallowing, and even did not resist his intimate actions. She seemed to be a little drunk, but her consciousness seemed to be sober, so she refused very simply. "Uncle, let's go to his room and rest."

But maybe it was really drunk, she seemed to forget that she could push him away.

Song Yushen looked at Ying Rusheng who was already drunk, smiled slightly, and turned away from the subject, "A Sheng, call me Yushen."

It should be that the wine he just poured has already played a role. Although Ying Rusheng didn’t obey him enough to directly call him Yushen, he was really taken to forget the question Song Yushen asked at the beginning, and just looked at her in confusion. .

Song Yushen gently rubbed Ying Rusheng's neck with her fingertips, and taught her with great patience as if she had taught her professional knowledge in the past, "A Sheng, I want to hear you call me Yushen."

Ying Rusheng still didn't ask him to Yushen.

Song Yushen was not annoyed at all, even seemed to be interested, teaching her over and over again.

Finally, after he taught it several times, Ying Rusheng said in a low voice, "Yu Shen."

It's just two words.

Song Yushen laughed. Maybe he was really drunk today, otherwise why was he so naively obsessed with letting her call him Yushen?

But it happened to be the simplest two words again, as if stimulating a certain secret emotion in his heart, he dropped the glass in a hand, controlled her waist, and covered her lips and teeth.

The glass rolled down on the light-colored carpet, the scarlet wine spilled all over the floor, and the dull crashing sound failed to awaken the two already drunk.

It’s just that Ying Rusheng seemed to be a little uncomfortable because of Song Yushen’s very exclusive kiss. He struggled slightly, but Song Yushen, who had always taken into account her feelings, seemed to be a little drunk. She struggled in such a subtle way for him. As if it didn't exist, it even aroused his possessiveness towards her.

But when her breathing was intermittent, he stopped his wanton aggression, raised his head slightly, and tried to call her again, "A Sheng?"

She half-closed her eyes, her gaze was blurred, a head of blue silk was laid out in a mess by the pillow, her cheeks were stained with a very light crimson because of his aggression. Under the dim warm light, this crimson was barely visible, but on her lips. The moisturizing is particularly obvious.

At this moment, she seemed to have heard his voice, she opened her eyes hard and looked at him suspiciously, but her eyes were clearly scattered.

Song Yushen stroked her hair very gently and carefully, and told her firmly, "A Sheng, you are drunk."

"I am drunk?" Ying Rusheng asked in a low voice, even his voice was vain.

"Yes, you are drunk." Song Yushen repeated.

Ying Rusheng frowned slightly, seeming to be a little confused, "...I haven't drunk, how can I get drunk?"

"You just drank it." He tried to seduce her.

"I had a drink just now?" She was more puzzled, "Is there?"

Obviously, even the drunk Ying Rusheng still maintains the remaining sanity.

Song Yushen gradually became relieved, she should be really drunk, "Yes, I just fed you drink."

Ying Rusheng seemed to believe, "Drink, get drunk...you should sleep if you are drunk."

After smoothing the logical line, she was ready to close her eyes and go to sleep. She was very well-behaved. However, Song Yushen stopped again, "A Sheng, don't sleep first, I have a question to ask you."

Ying Rusheng didn't open his eyes, his voice was a little erratic, "What?"

"If we had children, would you choose to leave me?"

Yes, Song Yushen has laid so much for him, even when Ying Rusheng is drunk, she wants nothing more than her attitude.

Song Yushen was indeed a little drunk, so he could do something that was completely unlike him.

"Child?" Ying Rusheng was puzzled.

"Yes." Song Yushen explained, "belongs to our children."

Ying Rusheng seemed to be lost in confusion and did not answer for a long time.

"If you have a child, would you choose to leave me?" He coaxed gently.

Ying Rusheng was at a loss for a long time, "With a child...why should you leave?"

Although Ying Rusheng's words were not coherent, Song Yushen understood. His cold eyes were stained with small smiles, and he leaned forward and kissed her eyebrows, "Then we want a baby?"

Ying Rusheng in his arms hadn't spoken for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep, but when he got the answer he wanted, Song Yushen was not ready to wake Ying Rusheng anymore, just raised his head and lowered his eyes to look at her.

However, with this look, he met a pair of extremely calm eyes, "Why does uncle suddenly want a child so impatient?"

Ying Rusheng's voice was a little fuzzy, but slightly cool, and his eyes were calm and sensible.

Even though she was wise and calm like Song Yushen, she was stunned for a moment when she met such a pair of eyes, not because of the emotion in her eyes, but because she was not drunk at all, just pretending to be drunk.

But it's not right... The wine he poured himself, with her volume, is absolutely impossible to stay sober until now.

However, Ying Rusheng didn't give Song Yushen time to think about it. She raised her head to meet his gaze, "Uncle finds this question difficult to answer? Then I'll change the question."

"Qingming night was not my dream at all, did uncle really ask me if I like children?" she asked.

Although she and Song Yushen were sharing the same bed before, Song Yushen probably didn't like premarital **** very much. In addition to her young age, he never touched her.

For four years, the two of them were simply sharing the same bed.

But the night she went to worship Wenyanfan Qingming, she felt his movements after she fell asleep.

Although she wasn't fully awake at the time, she was still conscious, but she didn't deliberately exclude him from being close. After all, she worshiped Wen Yan Fan Empress as abnormal. If he wanted to have a sense of security in this way, she would not be disgusted.

But then she was half asleep and half awake, but she seemed to have heard him ask her if she liked children.

Author: harm, I thought before I had hinted to the point.

I didn’t expect you guys to be so surprised hhhhhhhh

I didn't write it because I was lazy and I was afraid of being locked up, but Shengsheng and Uncle are indeed related.

It is recommended to taste the last paragraph of this chapter repeatedly to know when their relationship first happened hhhhh

Now I want to go back and make up a bit more obvious.