Vol 2 Chapter 9: initiative

Laneige, who has received a good education since he was a child, never thought that there would be people who sleep without wearing pajamas? But her mind quickly turned around again!
It's not over now, and I can't get enough to eat. Who has the money to buy pajamas?
Isn't that poor and particular?
She shrank inward and pressed her body to the wall. The side facing Xu Xianxiong's warmth made her want to get closer, wanting to stick to him.
Half cold, half hot.
Half hell, half heaven.
She was in the middle, a little at a loss not knowing what to choose.
"What's the matter?" Xu Xianxiong watched her stretch out under the blanket and gently tugged, but he was so strong, Hu Mingming was very light for him, and he actually opened the quilt on Lanzhi's body in half.
Looking at each other, both of them are stupid.
Xu Xianxiong's reaction was quicker, and a trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across his well-defined face, and he quickly raised his hand to help her cover the quilt.
"It's getting late! Go to sleep!" Xu Xianxiong blew out the kerosene lamp, and the room plunged into darkness instantly.
Laneige could clearly feel the movements of the people behind him. He lay down on the bed and he covered the quilt. Just when she didn't know what she was nervous about, she suddenly struck her vigorously, and a steel-like arm wrapped her waist, bringing her whole person into a hot and wide embrace.
"You are against the wall, it's too cold!" Xu Xianxiong moved her quilt to her chin, letting her show her face.
The bodies of the two were close to each other, and Lanzhi's body trembled slightly! The body seemed to be conscious and proactively attached to his body.
Too gentle!
A person who is about to freeze to death in the cold winter suddenly encounters a warm desire that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Laneige took the initiative to stretch out his arms and put his arms around his waist. This silent and fierce man gave her the security and warmth she longed for most at this moment.
The loss of her body made her fall asleep quickly, but in the dark night, Xu Xianxiong's eyes were especially bright, and his eyes looked like a wolf lingering in the wilderness in the middle of the night.

The weather has entered the twelfth lunar month and it has become colder. There was a night of snow last night, and the world was white when the door opened the next day. Lying on the bed, I could hear the north wind blowing vaguely.
Laneige raised his hand and rushed to the air, opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that the other half of the bed was empty.
She rubbed her eyes and wanted to sit up, but the room was so cold that she shrank back again when she was cold.
Not seeing Xu Xianxiong made her feel lonely.
"Xu Xianxiong?" She yelled a few times, and the voice of the teenager under 18 was sweet and crunchy. Because I just woke up, still with a trace of dull charm.
With a crash, the door of the hall was opened, and Xu Xianxiong came in from outside with a bowl. There are still patches of snowflakes on the tall body, and her eyes fall on her like a fierce wolf.
I don't know what happened. In just one night, Laneige was not afraid of him at all.
"Can you help me sit up?" She thought of his warm embrace, her face couldn't help but a sweet smile. The squeamish look, just like when his father was still alive.
People can't wait to hold them in their arms and love them well.
Xu Xianxiong's throat couldn't help rolling up and down, and he swallowed. He kept staring at her, put the bowl in his hand on the cabinet, leaned over and hugged her directly into his arms.
His chest was strong and broad, which Laneige had never touched before, let alone imagined it. Her thin and delicate body was hugged tightly in his arms, and she seemed shy to burn.
The whole person softened into a puddle of spring water, leaning weakly against him, relying on his strength to support him to not slide down.