As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the room was gently opened and then closed again.
Song Yingwan kept moving, looked up at the words of thanks, and said softly, "Where is Chenchen?"
Xie Ci came over and looked down at her, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and his voice was gentle and low, "I was playing in the living room."
Song Yingwan saw him standing and thought he was not used to this place. She patted the seat beside her and said, "Sit down!"
He chuckled and sat next to her obediently, "Are you tired?"
Song Yingwan had the habit of taking a nap, so he knew his thanks. In addition, after riding the train for a day and a night, his body would definitely feel tired if he suddenly relaxed now.
"It's okay." She responded.
In fact, she felt uncomfortable on the train. All kinds of smells were mixed together and the space was small. She always felt out of breath, but she got better after getting off the train.
After Song Yingwan sorted out her clothes and put them in the closet, she turned around and threw herself into his arms and muttered, "It's good to be home."
Xie Ci was accidentally hit by her and fell back, but his hands subconsciously hugged her. He looked down at the little head buried in his arms with gentle eyes, "Then let's come back more often. "
Song Yingwan nodded slightly, "Okay."
For a moment, no one spoke, and the room was completely silent, except for the deep and shallow breathing of two people. The windows were half-closed, and the cold wind outside the window stirred the light and elegant curtains from time to time, rising and falling.
Xie Ci was afraid that her position would be uncomfortable, so he just wanted to pick her up when a voice came from outside the door accompanied by a cry, "Sister, what are you doing in the house?"
Song Yingwan quickly sat up and distanced herself. This movement only took a moment. She raised her eyes and glanced at the person next to her, and said casually, "Here we come."
After saying this, she held the hand of thanks and said with some guilt, "Let's go out."
When the two of them were in Liujiacun before, there were only two people in the house. They hugged each other whenever they wanted. This was the first time they were interrupted. They were a little uncomfortable saying goodbye, but there was nothing they could do about it.
He frowned and sighed softly, "Let's go."
So the two of them played with a child all afternoon. Chenchen felt very satisfied, and the distance between him and Xie Ci had also become much closer. At least he began to accept that he was her brother-in-law.
Song Yingwan started preparing dinner when it was time, and Xie Ci also went to the kitchen to help her. The two of them finally had some time alone.
This was what Zhang Ru and Song's father saw when they came back. They didn't know whether to be happy or sighing for a moment. Their daughter was getting married before they were ready, but the person they married was quite good, at least. There is nothing dissatisfied between the two of them now.
Chenchen was the first to notice them and asked in confusion, "Mom, Dad, what are you standing there for?"
Song Yingwan heard the sound and leaned out from the kitchen, "Mom and Dad, are you back? The food will be ready soon. You should wash your hands first!"
Zhang Ru finally came back to her senses and responded quickly, "Hey, okay."
Zhang Ru couldn't rest. After washing her hands, she went to the kitchen to help and said, "Why don't you just take a rest? It's the same thing when I come back to make dinner."
Song Yingwan smiled and said, "It's not too tiring to sit in a car. It's just a good time for you and dad to taste the progress of my craftsmanship over the past year."
Zhang Ru's face was full of kindness, "Then I will eat more today."
Song Yingwan said, "No problem."
Song Yingwan didn't do anything for dinner. She made a small stir-fried pork, a hot and sour cabbage, fried two sausages she brought back, and added an egg drop soup, but every dish was full of color, flavor and taste. It makes people unable to stop using chopsticks.
Xie Ci was used to eating this kind of food, but Zhang Ru and Song's father secretly lamented that their daughter had never been willing to let her work in the kitchen since she was a child. Although Song Yingwan had cooked several meals for them before going to the countryside, But the food tasted just like normal. I didn't expect that she could make the food so delicious when she came back this time.
Zhang Ru often cooks, but she knows that the most important thing in cooking is to try and practice before you can make delicious food. She didn't care about how delicious her daughter's food was, she just felt sorry for her suffering this year. .
But this dish is really delicious.
After dinner, several people sat together and chatted for a while. Finally, Zhang Ru thought that Song Yingwan and Xie Ci had not slept well on the train last night, so she asked them to wash up and go back to the house to rest.
After washing up, Song Yingwan sat at the desk and suddenly felt uncomfortable. She thanked her for not coming back yet. The two of them had slept separately before and had never spent the night together, although it was not like they had never slept together before. , but I always feel that something is different today.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door to the room was opened and Xie came in from the outside.
He looked at Song Yingwan sitting outside in her thin pajamas, frowned, and said, "Why don't you get under the quilt?"
Song Yingwan didn't say anything, and silently got up and got into bed. The quilt had just been dried by Zhang Ru two days ago. It was soft and comfortable, and had a faint fragrance.
Suddenly she felt like she was being a little pretentious. It was not like the two of them had ever slept on the same bed. Song Yingwan silently encouraged herself in her heart. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a knock at the door.
Then Zhang Ru's voice sounded, "Wanwan, Xiaoci, are you asleep?"
Thank you, you were close to the door of the room, opened the door smoothly, and said, "Mom, we haven't slept yet."
Zhang Ru, "Is the quilt you covered with cold? If it's cold, you still have a thick quilt in the cabinet, which I just dried two days ago."
At this time, Song Yingwan also came over and said, "Mom, it's not cold. This quilt covers you just right."
Zhang Ru nodded, "Okay, you guys go to bed early and remember to close the windows at night."
Song Yingwan said, "It's closed."
Zhang Ru went back to the house without saying anything else.
It was still quite cold that day. Just as Song Yingwan was about to turn around and lie down on the bed, Xie Ci raised his hand to wrap her in his arms, closed the door from behind with one hand, stared at her with his eyes lowered, and whispered , "Where should I sleep at night?"
Song Yingwan's face heated up at the sight of him, and she asked tentatively, "...Floor floor?"
Xie Ci frowned and lifted the person up with his hands, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and grievance.
He was already tall, so Song Yingwan could only stand on tiptoes and put her hands on his neck to steady herself due to his actions.
As if he was out of breath, he lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips. He was half an inch away and covered her with her the next second. He was so tight and tight that she couldn't avoid it, leaving only a moist and sticky feeling. Lips and tongues intertwined.
Both of them were wearing thin pajamas, and when they were close together, they could clearly feel the warm touch of each other's bodies. He clasped Song Yingwan's slender waist hard, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.
I don't know how long it took before Song Yingwan could no longer lean on his shoulder and panted, her red lips still moistened with moisture, and her heartbeat beating as fast as a drum.
Xie Ci's slender and strong fingers gently traced across the back of her neck, bringing a tingling sensation. He asked in a low voice, "Wanwan, tell me again, where can I sleep?"
Song Yingwan closed her eyes, her ears turned red, "On the bed..."
He raised his lips and smiled softly, and said slowly, "Thank you Wanwan."
