She climbed into his bed and lay down, saying comfortably, “Having slept in your bed once, I always felt that your bed was particularly warm; perhaps, it was an illusion of mine.”
Pulling up the quilt to cover herself, Hai Tong smiled and said, “Good night, Zhan Yin.”
War Yin’s black eyes flickered as he stared at her for a long time, then suddenly, he lifted the quilt off her body and was about to do a tarzan press.
But she sat up sharply and quickly got out of bed, put on her slippers and left.
“Hai Tong.”
War Yin reached out to pull her back.
“That, I, I need to go back to my room to use the bathroom.”
Her old friend might, come to spoil the mood.
A certain man wondered, “I have a bathroom in my room too.”
“But there’s one thing missing in your room. I’ll come back to your bed after I use the bathroom, but, you, I won’t be able to sleep for a while.”
ps://m. vp.
Hai Tong gave him a rather posthumous pinch on the face, “Fatten up some more.”
Even if War Yin was stupid, he understood at this moment, he slowly let go of his hand and let her go back to her room.
A moment later, Hai Tong touched back to his room again.
The scene she saw was War Yin with his back to her, both hands clutching a pillow, seemingly sulking.
Hai Tong hesitated: should she sleep in a different room?
Forget it, let’s go back and sleep with Grandma for the night.
Hai Tong turned around and left.
“You won’t even let me hug you?”
Eh?
Hai Tong paused in her steps and turned to look at the sulking man.
“I’m afraid it’s hard for you to hold it too.”
“Better than sleeping alone.”
Since he was not afraid of suffering, she was not afraid to do so.
So, Hai Tong happily returned to War Yin’s side and said as she lifted the quilt, “You should not look like this either, like a spiteful woman.”
“I’m a male.”
“Oh, resentful male.”
War Yin suddenly reached out and dragged her down to the ground, he bullied his way up and demanded a vicious kiss before he was in a better mood.
Embracing his petite wife, he asked in a low, muffled voice, “How many days?”
“Seven plus three.”
“That long?”
“I love my body, you don’t want to wait, let’s keep sleeping in separate rooms.”
Old friends just leaving is still inappropriate for that.
The body was hers and she was not going to compromise her body to match his pleasure.
War Yin embraced her tightly, “Don’t make me sound like such a beast. Go to sleep, tomorrow, it’s time to go to work.”
War Yin planted a tender kiss on her forehead, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
Hai Tong adjusted her sleeping position and soon settled down to sleep.
Meanwhile at the merchant’s villa.
Mrs. Shang sits on her bed, holding an old yellowing photograph she has kept for decades.
A large hand reached out and took the photograph from her hand.
“You’ve been looking at it all day, you haven’t eaten, you haven’t drunk any water, you haven’t said a word, are you trying to worry me to death?”
Mr. Shang handed his wife a tissue and said heartily, “You’re crying before it’s confirmed, maybe, it’s just another blank.”
Who knows if the Hai sisters are his sister-in-law’s daughters when the DNA test hasn’t even been done?
