One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Five Sleeping in the Same Bed (Part 2)

Tang Yu's mind moved when he saw this, and he stretched out his long arm and carried her directly to the bed. The slippers on Song Zhixing's feet fell on the carpet. The strong breath of the man enveloped her, and she subconsciously wanted to bend over. Tang Yu's long arm came across and pressed her petite body back.

Then, he turned over and pressed his long legs on her slender legs. After looking at her, he closed his eyes lazily and breathed evenly. His face was buried in her long hair. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushed against her skin. She felt the furry and itchy feeling very clearly, as if a tiny feather swept from her skin to the tip of her heart.

She was so shocked that she didn't dare to move. His breath was full of his breath - the fragrance after taking a bath just now still remained and lingered in her nose.

"Second Uncle..." She called him tentatively.

"Sleep with me for a while." Tang Yu's low and hoarse voice came from her neck, like a sigh. The arm pressing on her chest held her tighter.

In fact, the hug was a little breathless, but she found that she didn't hate it at all. In fact... inexplicably, she liked being held like this. The corners of her lips unconsciously rose, and she looked down at him slightly, only to find that he looked better when he was asleep than usual.

Fortunately, his eyebrows had been relaxed at this moment, and there were no more wrinkles just now. Her heart also relaxed a little.

Tang Yu was really sleepy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again in a short while holding her like this. Song Zhixing lay under him, her heart was beating wildly, how could she feel sleepy? She stared at Tang Yu's sleeping face with her clear eyes, and her fingers played with his hair curiously. It was the first time she observed him so carefully and so closely. His hair was very hard and short, and she felt a little pricked when she touched it. This feeling made her think of her father - now, in the few memories she had left, probably only her father's short hair that was hard and prickly. At that time, she would ride on her father's head and play happily. A five-year-old child, carefree. She originally thought that such a happy and worry-free time would continue, but later...

Song Zhixing inserted her fingers into Tang Yu's short hair, and rubbed her little face against his cheek greedily. If she hadn't met Tang Yu, where would she be now? It is said that her parents both fell into the sea because they saved Tang's great grandfather and second uncle's father, but she never asked about the specific details. She didn't dare to ask.

"Xingxing, if you don't behave, I should let you accompany me to do something else." Tang Yu suddenly spoke, but he didn't open his eyes, just gently clasped her restless hands and gathered them on his chest.

The sleepy voice, saying such ambiguous words, sounded close to her ears, and Song Zhixing suddenly felt dry mouth and flushed. The soft little hand was pressed on his chest by him, where it was hot and hot, and the heart beat even more strongly. She was afraid that he would really do something to her, so she quickly closed her eyes,

not daring to move anymore, but pretending to be asleep.

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This time, she really fell asleep, actually sleeping on Tang Yu's bed, in Tang Yu's arms, and sleeping soundly and contentedly. Before this, Song Zhixing simply couldn't imagine such a scene.

I don't know how long it took...

Beside her, there was a rustling sound, and Song Zhixing was disturbed and slowly opened her eyes. Tang Yu had already stood up and was buttoning his pajamas. From Song Zhixing's direction, he could only see his side profile. He was wearing a gray nightgown, which contrasted with the gray sheets on the bed, making his side lines look even colder and more resolute.

But...

His expression was clearly much softer than usual. Moreover, after a nap, he had swept away his previous fatigue, and now he looked refreshed and elegant.

Song Zhixing smacked her head in annoyance. She had actually started to be obsessed with Tang Yu again. Since when did she think that her second uncle was good in every way?

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu found that she was awake. When he turned his head, he saw that she was smacking her head, her eyebrows knitted, and he leaned over to hold her hand. "You play self-torture as soon as you wake up?"

Song Zhixing certainly didn't dare to say that she was punishing herself for being obsessed with him. Tang Yu suddenly got very close to her. When he spoke, his breath hit her face, mixed with the smell of the aromatherapy next to her, and she was a little intoxicated. After a while, he asked softly, "What time is it now?"

"A little after 11 o'clock."

"So late?" Song Zhixing sat up in a daze. Tang Yu let go of her hand and leaned over to ask, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Yeah. I ate with my classmates and came back."

Mentioning this, Tang Yu frowned. Song Zhixing seemed to know what he was going to say, and had already reached out to cover his mouth, "Second Uncle, you can't be angry, and don't always lecture me. You'll be very boring!"

When she said the three words "very boring", her face was twisted into a ball, and she bit the three words hard to show her deep resentment about it.

Looking at her like this, Tang Yu really couldn't get angry. Her fingers were soft, and they were under his nose, and the clean fragrance penetrated his nose. Tang Yu's mind moved, and he took her fingers in his mouth. Unlike her biting like he did, he sucked them deeply. Song Zhixing never expected that he would react like this. After a moment of shock, her face instantly flushed. His tongue, hot and hot, wrapped around her soft fingers, sucking and licking gently. She felt like an electric current running through her fingertips, causing her to tremble again and again.

This feeling... is too erotic!

When she came to her senses, she was so shocked that she pulled her hand back and put it behind her back. Her fingers were still trembling, but her little face was filled with indignation, "Second Uncle, why... why are you so erotic!"

Tang Yu smiled and wiped the corner of his lips with his long fingers, "Don't you think I'm boring?"

Compared to her disordered breathing, he was much calmer. That half-smile made Song Zhixing feel that he was looked down upon by him, and she was so embarrassed.

She hummed: "I'm not talking about fun... Anyway, you are boring, boring uncle."

Say it this way, she can barely save some face. Well, Cheng Cheng said before that uncle-level men can unlock 100 styles in bed. Although she doesn't know if it's true, but, ** means, definitely have 100 styles!

Thinking, she has already lifted the quilt and slid off the bed, "I'm going back to take a shower."

Tang Yu squinted at the slender back that was walking away, sat on the bed, and seriously reflected on himself. Am I really boring?