Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 16 Same bed

The lights in the room were turned off, Song Jinshu closed the door gently and leaned towards the bed.

With the bright moonlight outside, he could clearly see Yan Cheng lying on the bed, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, slightly deep eye sockets, and a shadow on his lower eyelid. Word.

Song Jinshu looked a little crazy for a while, and he didn't even know when the person on the bed stretched out his hand.

Song Jinshu exclaimed briefly and fell into Yan Cheng's warm arms.

"Why is it so cold on your body?" Yan Cheng's voice was still a little hoarse, which sounded particularly tempting in the middle of the night, "Big brother is also really, what do you have to call you out for."

Yan Cheng put Song Jinshu's hand into himself in distress. In the front of his clothes, his cold fingers touched his hot chest, Yan Cheng was so cold that he felt so cold, but Song Jinshu was so frightened that he pulled his hand back.

What is the second master doing? How can I use my body to warm his hands!

But his strength can't compare to the strong Yan Cheng, he did not pull it back after several times, but was gripped even tighter by Yan Cheng, so he had to let Yan Cheng go.

The body temperature of the two was transmitted through the skin of the fingertips, and flowed into the blood to entangle each other. Song Jinshu was stiff and did not dare to move.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus gradually filled the room, Yan Cheng rubbed against his neck, took a deep breath like a prodigal son, and said with emotion: "Jinshu is really fragrant, is it the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus honey?"

Song Jinshu was in the dark Nodding, the movement is too small to see.

Yan Cheng didn't expect him to answer, the temperature of the hand on his chest gradually warmed up, but he was reluctant to let go, and tightly grasped Song Jinshu's wrist and pressed him into his arms.

The cold air poured in from the opened hole, and Yan Cheng shivered from the cold, but he let go of Song Jinshu reluctantly, and instead carried the cold wind.

Song Jinshu glared at him coquettishly in the dark, and used his feet to press the open area tightly, but unfortunately the temperature in the quilt had already gone for more than half of it.

Yan Cheng was reluctant to let go, and there were no extra quilts and beds in the room, so Song Jinshu had to take off his coat and robe in a rustling manner, and was finally pulled into his arms by Yan Cheng.

He was not used to being so close to Yan Cheng, so when a steady stream of warm breath sprayed behind his ears, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Looking at the teacup that was no longer hot on the table with his eyes open, Song Jinshu suddenly missed a little white cat he raised in the countryside, and he wondered how it was now.

Yan Cheng's voice sounded, but he couldn't hear any sleepiness, as if he was insomnia just like Song Jinshu.

"After fifteen, I'll ask a doctor for you to take a look at your stuttering."

Song Jinshu's stuttering is not natural. When he was a child, Gao burned his throat. After his throat healed, he always loved to learn from Grandpa Pojiao at the entrance of the village. Over time, it has stuttered, and it has never been changed.

Married to Yan's mansion, Yan Cheng thought that he was struggling to speak, and he was too lazy to listen to him, so he simply told him to shut up. Song Jinshu had been mute for half a year, and even the occasional cough would frighten him.

He didn't know why Yan Cheng wanted to see a doctor for him. The adults all said that the disease could not be cured by taking medicine. Even he himself thought so, and planned to be a mute for the rest of his life.

Song Jinshu pretended to be asleep without answering, but Yan Cheng knew that he was not asleep at all, so he put his hand on Song Jinshu's cool back neck and lightly pressed his fingertips.

"Go to sleep, please wake up early tomorrow."