Chapter 773: Do you sleep together?

I want you to forget him!
I want you to forget him ...
This sentence has been lingering in my ears, and the sound is almost entangled in my dream, and in the dream, it still echoes in my ears, like a curse.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.
I slowly raised my head from the soft pillow, and looked at the sun shining through the window stiffly, as if there was a breeze blowing the bamboo shadow and shaking, giving a feeling of being in a dream. I blinked and looked at the shaking bamboo shadow, and it took me a while to slowly prop up my body.
But as soon as I sat up, I felt my body sink, looking down, and one arm was still pressing on me.
I froze and saw the man lying next to him. He didn't know when he was awake and looked at me with a smile. After a night's rest, his complexion was much better, not as pale as yesterday, but with a healthy red halo, and the corners of his mouth sneered, it was a leisurely appearance of the old god.
I was not quite sober before, but as soon as I saw him, I was still sober: "You--"
"early."
He smiled and said, and closed the hand.
I was held in his arms by him, and the whole person was unconsciously clinging to his chest tightly, feeling the hot temperature and calm fluctuations in his chest, I really reacted, and reached out to push him subconsciously, but It's too late.
He rolled over and pressed on me, biting lightly on my earlobe.
The pain / crisp feeling in the pain made me shudder a bit, and I whispered unexpectedly: "Ah-!" He heard this voice, and instead of stopping, he was in my ears. He laughed slightly, his hot lips slipped down, landed on the slender neck under the earlobe, and kissed softly.
"do not do that……"
The itchiness and pain made me tremble and tremble. I could only keep pushing my shoulder against my head. He didn't do anything forcibly, but just covered me and watched my cheeks become red. He kept flinching and dodging his eyes, and his eyes were bent with a smile.
"Did you sleep well?"
"..." I was pressed by him, my breathing was a little cramped, he could feel it clearly, but he just refused to let it go. I could only tilt my head and look at the bamboo shadow shaking outside the window. After a long while, I nodded gently: "Yeah."
"I also slept well."
He said as he smiled and looked at me: "With you, even the dreams are much better."
The joy of hearing his voice made me look at him a little, and said gently, "What did you dream of?"
He smiled, stretched out a hand and gently brushed the messy hair on my forehead, palm pressed against my cheek, and said softly: "I dreamed that the clothes you wear are redder than your face . "
"..."
I immediately understood that my cheeks became redder and I turned my head and refused to look at him.
But he refused to stop there, and seemed to ask me seriously: "If you choose a wedding dress, what pattern do you like? Is it better to have a rich flower? Or is it good to be dragon and phoenix?"
"..."
He actually started to care about the color of his wedding dress.
Speaking of which, although I have promised him, I have never thought about it, or even have such a scene in my head. Only at this moment, when I was mentioned by him, did I understand it a little bit.
This matter is already on his agenda.
No wonder he would be so happy.
In the face of such a happy him, I do n’t know what kind of mood I should use to face it, but it was a bit uncomfortable for him to press him, so I reached out and pushed his shoulder: "You are so heavy ..."
I thought he would let it go this way. Who knew that when he pushed it, the man remained motionless, but lowered his head against my forehead, and looked at me with a smile on his eyes: "I am heavy? How heavy? "
The hot breath sprayed on my face, my face turned red, and I pushed him twice: "You're up."
"Pressed on you?"
"Ok."
"Uncomfortable?"
"Ok."
"How uncomfortable?"
"..."
I looked up at him for a moment, and finally realized that this person was teasing me, and a clearer consciousness was that his hot body was in a breath and the impulsiveness that was almost impossible to hide ...
As soon as I felt it, I shuddered slightly.
He was still smiling, but in the smile, he had clearly felt some tightness, and even his breathing became hotter, sprayed on my face, and clearly had the illusion of being burned.
"Green baby ..."
His voice was blurred, and the big hands, which were hotter than breathing, had slowly reached my body, where the lace was knotted.
I shivered shiveringly, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't ..."
This time, neither of them moved.
He looked at me closely, almost all of my pale figure and horrified expression in his eyes, and under his gaze, the originally weak body became more and more timid and tense, and for a long while silent, I finally looked up He said softly, "Don't do that, will you?"
"..."
"We are about to get married."
"..."
This sentence, like a small stone, was thrown into a peaceful lake, and the ripples stirred up also smoothed his tight breath.
He pecked my earlobe and sat up with a smile.
I was lying in bed, feeling a coolness because he suddenly got up, and I was relieved for a long time.
Yesterday, neither of them washed and even fell asleep without even taking off their coats. Fortunately, the room was so warm and cold. He came together, and the maids came in with hot water towels, served us and washed them, and brought his clothes. When he changed his clothes and was neat, he was a lot more energetic and stood deep in the doorway. I took a deep breath of the air with bamboo leaves and stretched out.
At this time, I was also sitting in front of the dresser, and the maid behind me helped me comb my hair. He looked back at me with a faint smile on his face, looked at it for a while, then turned and walked out.
I thought he was gone, and when the hair was combed, the maid saluted me and went out, and when he walked to the door, he ran into a few tiny bamboo leaves in his hand and folded back again, hurried over Salute him. He just waved his hand and walked in with a smile.
I was still sitting there, seeing him walk behind my back, the happy smile was reflected in the bronze mirror, and I smiled, "What's the matter?"
He didn't speak, but took the bamboo leaf in his hand and stuck it in my head.
I subconsciously moved: "What?"
"do not move."
He pressed two little fingers on my face to hold me, and then carefully inserted a bamboo leaf into the hairpin. After inserting it, he looked left and right, and carefully folded another bamboo leaf. Above, insert the bun.
I understand what he is doing.
The outside sun is just right, shining on the dresser through the open window, and the wind with the fragrance of bamboo leaves also blows in. The shattered hair on my cheek caresses the skin, bringing bursts of crispness / itchiness. a feeling of. In the mirror, he was still busy with my mind on my hair.
I am no longer a two-eight-six-year-old, and naturally is not the "girl" in his mouth. With a daughter as big as a child, natural hair is pulled up, but I have never been lazy in dressing, and I have almost no jewelry. The long hair bun went up to black hair. Although the hair bun was simple and chic, it was only black.
And two or three of his fingers added a few new green leaves to my black hair.
When he was done, he looked up at me in the bronze mirror and laughed, "How is it, is it good-looking?"
He put a few bamboo leaves on the chic dignified bun, which suddenly became a bit playful and fresh and bright. A new green or two was dotted on the right bun, which almost set my whole body white and fresh. .
I looked at myself in the bronze mirror and couldn't help getting a little dazed.
"Like it?"
As he said, he touched my cheeks with the fingers still on the bamboo leaves. The cool and wet feeling made me tremble, as if suddenly waking up, looking at his smiling eyes in the bronze mirror, hesitating After a while, he nodded gently.
The smile in his eyes was a little deeper, holding my shoulder to look at the bronze mirror, and smiling: "You say you are not a girl, but you are not as old-fashioned as you say. How good is it to dress like this?"
"..."
"I know you don't like those gorgeous makeup, in fact, I also like you more like this."
"..."
Somehow, I blushed a little.
The original white cheeks became very red when they were red. It was more obvious when they were lined with green bamboo leaves. I tilted my head and murmured, "Thank you."
"Thank me? Oh, don't you know I'm doing it for myself?"
"……Ok?"
I turned to look at him in the mirror with a bit of sly eyes, he laughed: "You are my person, of course, you must marry me beautifully."
This time, my face became redder, and I didn't want to say anything to him. I was afraid he could say even more skinless words. He simply turned his body to the side and said, "Why do you Are you okay today? Are you still here? "
He smiled: "Yeah, there is nothing to do."
"...?"
I glanced at him, and saw his gaze smirking, but I understood it.
Yesterday at Wangjiang Pavilion, he has reached an oral agreement with Qinghan. No matter what way he will go in the future, at least in the short term, he and the court will not declare war. In this way, many of his previous arrangements may have to be dropped. It is not unreasonable to say that he has nothing to do.
I was still thinking, he suddenly clapped, "Oh, there is really something to do."
"Oh, what's up?"
He smiled without answer, but went to the desk on the other side, took the ink and a small piece of paper, came over to the table, and handed me the pen. I wondered, "What is this?"
"Write your character."
"My horoscope, this is--" Without saying a word, I immediately understood.
He wanted my horoscope, naturally because our marriage was already on the agenda, and it was necessary for people to assemble the horoscope, which was the first step in the wedding.
For a while, I could n’t get back to God, and I was n’t quite used to it. It really had to happen. One of his hands stretched over and held my hand holding the pen: "Otherwise, you say, I Come write. "
I glanced at him again, without speaking, but leaned over to the table, and gently wrote my character on the paper.
Although he didn't raise his head, he could feel that his smile reflected in the bronze mirror became deeper.
After I finished writing, he couldn't wait to pick it up, blew it twice against the ink that wasn't dry, and then laughed, "Okay, I'll go find someone to sing together, and you, there is one thing for you to decide . "
I sat on the stool and said softly, "What's the matter?"
He lowered his head and looked at me, and smiled, "The flowers are rich and rich, and the dragons and phoenixes are flourishing. What kind of suit do you want on your wedding dress?"
When he said so, my face blushed again, and gave him a glaring look. He already laughed and turned and walked out.
I still feel a little angry and funny in my heart. After being ridiculous, I turned my head and looked at myself reflected in the bronze mirror. Although the whole person was brightened by the makeup of the bamboo leaves, there was still some in my eyes Heavy haze.
In fact, I know that he is trying his best to drive it out.
Sometimes, even myself, trying to drive away.
That turn, that persistence, the stubborn phase of the bridgehead, I was also trying hard. I thought that the haze that had disappeared from the smile, but gathered again after laughing.
As if that person's figure, I thought I had disappeared at the end of the trestle, but turned around and found that he had never gone far.
Can I really do it?
Just as I was staring at myself in the mirror, a soft, small voice sounded at the door--
"mother."
I hurriedly turned around and saw Li Er holding the door, standing at the door, with a blank expression on his face.
When I saw him, I immediately laughed, and hurried over to pick her up, "Leave."
"mother."
She held my neck with both hands and looked at me. She saw the bamboo leaves on my head, but she choked a little, then said gently, "Mother, you look good today."
I smiled: "Really?"
"Well, mother looks a little different today."
I smiled, didn't answer her, and didn't ask her where I was different. She hugged her back to the dresser and sat down. The child still looked at me in a daze.
Immediately, she felt something wrong with her mother.
The child is usually not so dumb.
So I hugged her to sit on my lap, let me face me, and said softly, "What happened to Lier?"
She looked at me, her face round and beeping, but her cheeks were slightly cold, and that feeling made me more disturbed. I rubbed her cheeks with my warm palm, and asked again, this time Then she looked at me with some hesitation: "Mother, just now, I saw Dad leave from here."
"...!"
My heart pounded.
Before I could say anything, Lier looked at me carefully and said, "Mother, last night, was Dad with you?"
"..."
"Mother, did Dad sleep with you last night?"