Chapter 1265: Sleeping in bed (2)

Tang Yu saw her heart move, and with a long arm, she hugged her directly to the bed. The slippers on Song Zhixing's feet fell to the carpet. The strong breath of the man shrouded, she subconsciously wanted to rise, Tang Yu's long arms crossed, and she carried her petite body back.
Then he turned over and pressed his long legs against her slender legs. After looking at her with both eyes, she closed her eyes lazily, breathing evenly. His face was buried in her long hair. When she closed her eyes, her eyelashes brushed her skin. The furry and itchy feeling was particularly clear to her, as if a small feather swept from her skin. Go to her apex.
She was so shocked that she didn't dare to move, his breath was in his nose-just after taking a shower, the scent of fragrance still remained, lingering around her nose.
"Uncle ..." She called him tentatively.
"Stay with me for a while." Tang Yu's mute voice came from her neck, like a sigh. The arm pressed against her chest held her tighter.
Actually, she was out of breath, but she found that she was not annoying at all. Even ... inexplicably, I like to be held by him like this. The corners of her lips didn't rise up consciously, she looked at him slightly, only to find that he looked asleep better than usual.
Fortunately, his eyebrows had been relaxed at this moment, and there were no more wrinkles. She also opened up in her heart.
Tang Yu was really sleepy. Holding her like this, she closed her eyes and fell asleep soon. Song Zhixing was lying under him, banging in his heart, where could there be any drowsiness? She had a pair of clear eyes, staring at Tang Yu's sleeping face, fingers playing with his hair in a novel way. For the first time she watched him so carefully and so closely. His hair was very hard and short, and she felt a sting when she touched it. This feeling reminded her of her father. Now, in her not much memory, only her father has short hair that is hard enough. At that time, she would ride on his father's head and play happily. A five-year-old child is carefree. She had thought that the days of such happiness and no sorrow would go on like that, but then ...
Song Zhixing inserted his fingers into Tang Yu's short hair, and his small face froze on his cheek. If she did not meet Tang Yu, where is she now? I heard that the parents had both crashed to save the grandfather of the Tang family and the second uncle's father, but she never asked for specific details. Don't dare ask.
"Xing Xing, if you're not good, I should let you do something else with me." Tang Yu suddenly made a noise, but didn't open her eyes, just clasped her restless hand lightly and put it on his chest. .
With a sleepy voice, she said such ambiguous words, ringing against her ears, Song Zhixing suddenly felt dry and red, and his ears were red. The soft little hand was pinned on his chest, where it was hot and hot, and his heart beat even more powerfully. She was afraid he would do something to her, and her eyes closed quickly, and she did not dare to move any more, but pretended to fall asleep.

This sleep, I really fell asleep, turned out to be sleeping in Tang Yu's bed, Tang Yu's arms, and, sleep very fragrant, very satisfied. Before that, Song Zhixing couldn't even imagine such a picture.
I don't know how long ...
Around him, the sound of gurgling sounded, Song Zhixing was disturbed, and slowly opened his eyes. I saw that Tang Yu had already stood up and was buttoning her pajamas. From the direction of Song Zhixing, only his side can be seen. He is dressed in a gray nightgown, and contrasts with the atmospheric gray sheets on the bed, lining his side lines to look more and more cold and resolute.
just……
His look was clearer and softer than usual. Moreover, after a night's sleep, he had wiped out his previous tiredness, and now he looked refreshed and glorious.
Song Zhixing stunned her head in annoyance, and she was okay and started to face Tang Yuhua again. Since when did she feel that the second uncle was good everywhere?
"What are you doing?" Tang Yu found that she was awake, and when she turned her head, she saw that she was scratching her head, her eyebrows were raised, she leaned over and clasped her hands. "Play masochistic as soon as you wake up?"
Of course, Song Zhixing did not dare to say that it was to punish himself that he was guilty of madness. Tang Yu suddenly got very close. When he spoke, the breath fluttered on her face, mixed with the smell of the aroma next to her, she was a little intoxicated. After a while, I asked softly, "What time is it?"
"More than 11 o'clock."
"It's so late?" Song Zhixing sat up stupidly, Tang Yu let go of her hand and followed her up, asking, "Did you eat dinner?"
"Well. I came back after eating with my classmates."
Mentioning this, Tang Yu frowned. Song Zhixing seems to know what he is about to say, and has reached out to cover his mouth. "Uncle, you can't be angry, and don't always teach me. You will be very boring!"
When she said the three words "very boring", her face was huddled together, and the three words were bitten heavily to show her deep grievances about it.
Looking at her like this, Tang Yu really could not get any temper. Her fingers were soft, under his nose, and the clean fragrance penetrated her nose. As soon as Tang Yu was thinking, she covered her fingers in one bite. Unlike her biting him, he took a deep sip. Song Zhixing never expected that he would react like this. After a brief moment, his face turned red instantly. His tongue, hot and hot, wrapped her soft fingers, sucked gently, licked, and she just felt like a current flowing through his fingertips, causing her to shiver.
This feeling ... too 丨 love!
When she returned, she was so shocked that she drew her hand back, behind her back. His fingers were still trembling, but his face was filled with indignation. "Uncle, why are you ... how so beautiful!"
Tang Yu smiled and smiled, long fingers wiped the corners of his lips, "Isn't it boring me?"
He was much calmer than her reaction to the breathing disorder. That kind of laughter made Song Zhixing feel ashamed of him and humiliated.
She snorted: "The funny thing I said is not this ... Anyway, you are just a boring, boring uncle."
With that said, barely able to save some face. Well, Cheng Cheng said earlier that an uncle man can unlock 100 styles on the bed. Although she doesn't know if it is true, there are definitely 100 styles for flirting!
She thought, having lifted the quilt and slipping off the bed, "I'm going back to take a shower."
Tang Yuzhen looked at the slender back, and sat down on the bed, seriously reflecting on himself. Are you really bored?