pertwk Chapter 47 In the middle of the night, whose hand was dishonestly slipped inside the clothes?
Chapter 47 In the middle of the night, whose hand was dishonestly slipped inside the clothes?
"What...what is it?"
Su Qingge's voice trembled, like a little white rabbit cornered by a big bad wolf.
Darkness amplifies the senses, and also amplifies fear... and anticipation.
She could clearly feel the large hand covering the back of her hand, its palm burning hot and covered with a thin layer of calluses, slowly sliding down the back of her hand.
The fingertips brushed against the skin, causing a subtle shiver.
Su Qingge kept her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling like butterflies in a storm.
What is he doing?
Should we hold hands? Or should you wrap your arms around my waist?
Even... a step further?
Although the two are legally married, and although she had mentally prepared herself countless times before going to bed, even saying things like "I'm allowed to sleep in each other's arms."
But when the moment actually arrived, the shame and tension that came from the depths of her soul made her almost want to run away.
"Lin Zhou... don't do anything rash..."
She bit her lower lip, her voice barely audible, her body taut like a fully drawn bow.
However, the domineering and aggressive embrace that I had imagined did not come.
The large hand suddenly stopped when it reached her wrist.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhou's fingers tightened slightly, grabbing her cold wrist in a forceful, rather forceful, gesture, not gentle at all.
"hiss--"
Before Su Qingge could react, he pulled her with a slight force.
His arms, which were originally exposed to the air and were slightly cool, were forcibly stuffed into the warm quilt.
Not only that, the large hand also lifted the corner of the blanket up and tucked it tightly under her shoulder, wrapping her up like a tightly sealed silkworm cocoon.
Su Qingge: "???"
"Isn't that stupid?"
Lin Zhou's deep voice rang out in the darkness, carrying a sense of exasperation and disappointment:
"This tile-roofed house is drafty, and the temperature drops below 20 degrees Celsius at night. Are you planning to practice your Nine Yin White Bone Claw technique by sticking your hands out there, or do you want to catch a cold and pass it on to our daughter tomorrow?"
"Your hands are as cold as popsicles, I don't know how you can sleep."
As he spoke, he patted the back of her hand lightly twice through the blanket:
"Behave yourself, don't move. If you stick your hands out again, I'll tie them up with a rope."
The air fell into a deathly silence once again.
Su Qingge hid under the covers, completely stunned.
She blinked, feeling the temperature gradually rising in the bed and the lingering warmth of the man on the back of her hand.
That's...that's it?
She had just imagined a 10,000-word "domineering CEO's forced love" story, and even thought of lines to resist.
It turns out this guy just thought her hands were cold and covered her with a blanket?
An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.
Was it a sigh of relief, a relief that one hadn't been "violated"?
Or... is there just a tiny bit of disappointment, only as small as a pinhead?
"Who...who's practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?!"
Su Qingge mumbled a reply from under the covers, her cheeks burning, "I'm just hot! Unlike you, who's thick-skinned."
"Ha, so stubborn."
Lin Zhou rolled over, lay flat on his back, put his hands behind his head, and his lips curled up wildly in the darkness.
This wave is in the bag!
Not only did he preserve his image as a virtuous gentleman, he also gained a lot of goodwill for his thoughtfulness.
The system didn't notify me of any points increase?
No rush, let the bullets fly for a while.
"sleep!"
Lin Zhou was in a great mood. He closed his eyes, ready to drift off into a sweet dream.
night, deeper.
The moonlight outside the window quietly shifted, illuminating a corner of the bedside.
Although Su Qingge pretended to be strong, she felt warm inside.
For the past seven years, she has gotten used to facing the cold alone and to wrapping herself tightly in the blankets at night.
This was the first time someone woke up in the middle of the night, not to ask for anything, but simply because they noticed her hands were exposed and were worried she would catch a cold.
This kind of subtle care is more genuine and touching than giving her any number of Hermès bags.
"At least you have some conscience."
A slight smile played on her lips. In this rare moment of peace, her consciousness gradually faded, and she slowly drifted into sleep.
however.
The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.
Just as Lin Zhou was drifting off to sleep, a strange sensation suddenly came from his chest.
It was an extremely subtle and eerie feeling.
It was like a chubby little mouse that had silently slipped in along the hem of his clothes.
"Um?"
Lin Zhou instantly regained half of his senses.
What is that?
Before he could react, the "little mouse" had already made its way up, and finally "slapped" onto his abs.
hiss--!
It's so damn cold!
The sudden sensation of ice on warm skin sent a shiver down Lin Zhou's spine, almost causing him to do a somersault on the spot.
He instinctively held his breath, and his muscles tensed instantly, becoming as hard as an iron plate.
This feel...
Soft, small, and slightly fleshy, my fingertips are still unconsciously scratching it.
Holy crap?!
A firework exploded in Lin Zhou's mind.
This is this...
Is this Su Qingge's hand?
This woman says no, but her body says it all!
I was acting all reserved when I was covering her with the blanket, but only a few minutes later, I'm already pulling this "midnight raid" act?
I never would have guessed, Su Tianhou, your approach is quite unconventional!
Lin Zhou's heart rate instantly soared to 180, and his Adam's apple bobbed wildly.
He didn't even dare to move, for fear that any movement would disturb the "flower thief" and ruin this once-in-a-lifetime beautiful moment.
"Wife..."
He silently cried out in his heart, "Since you've taken the initiative, I can't be too passive, can I? Reciprocity is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation!"
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, trying to suppress the shivering sensation brought on by the icy little hand on his abdomen.
He slowly extended his right hand, preparing to reach out from under the covers and give his wife a warm "return gift".
however.
Just as his hand was halfway out.
The mischievous little hand on her chest seemed unsatisfied and moved upwards further, uttering a muffled, sleep-talking sound:
"Mmm... roasted sweet potato... so warm..."
That sound...
Soft, tender, and with a strong milky flavor.
Lin Zhou's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
That's not Su Qingge's voice!
This is clearly...
He suddenly lowered his head and, by the faint moonlight, finally saw the "flower thief" lying on his chest.
Nuonuo, who was sleeping in the middle, had somehow unbuttoned her pajamas, and her entire upper body was sticking out of the blanket.
The little guy was obviously dreaming about delicious food, or he was feeling cold and instinctively seeking out a source of heat.
So, her icy little claws followed the hem of her father's loose T-shirt and precisely found the "big heater" that could generate heat.
"..."
Lin Zhou felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. His romantic thoughts from just moments ago were instantly extinguished, leaving him with nothing but a feeling of being both amused and exasperated.
My daughter, my dear daughter.
This isn't a divine assist, it's a disaster!
If your mom wakes up and sees this, she'll think I did something to you!
Lin Zhou sighed, carefully pinching his daughter's little wrist, trying to take that mischievous little hand out of her clothes and then tuck her back into the blankets.
The movements must be gentle.
We must go slowly.
We absolutely mustn't wake these two ancestors up.
He held his breath and moved out little by little.
However, just as he pulled his hand out of Nuonuo's little hand, before he could put it down, the moment...
Su Qingge, who had been facing away from them, suddenly turned over.
She is the kind of person who sleeps very soundly, and although Lin Zhou's commotion was small, it still alerted her.
Su Qingge opened her eyes groggily.
By the moonlight, she saw a scene that made her brain freeze instantly.
Lin Zhou was sitting halfway up, one hand outstretched in mid-air, and in that hand, he was tightly gripping...
Soft, chubby hands?
Moreover, the two were in an extremely strange posture, as if Lin Zhou was forcefully pulling his daughter, or... pressing down on something.
at the same time.
Nuonuo grumbled in dissatisfaction when her dad forcibly interrupted her dream of "eating roasted sweet potatoes".
The little guy rubbed his eyes and sat up groggily.
She looked at her father on the left, whose face was stiff and who was still holding her wrist, and then at her mother on the right, who had just woken up and looked bewildered.
That little head was filled with a great deal of doubt.
In my dream just now, my dad seemed to be a big furnace, and my mom seemed to be an ice cube.
What's going on now...?
Nuonuo yawned widely, blinked her innocent big eyes, and in the deathly silence of the night, asked in her childish voice a question that made the two adults speechless:
"Dad, Mom..."
"Are you fighting in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"