Finally, I thanked him and drank the honey water as I wished. When I drank it, I felt like I was tasting some nectar. Not a drop was wasted. Song Yingwan was amused for a while.
Zhang Ru didn't do much today. She was busy packing things for them all day long. She also wanted to carry this one and that one, but she thought that the two of them would go to Beijing to stay for a few days and pick up so many things. It was not convenient either. After walking around for a while, I took out the things again.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Xie Ci and Song Yingwan were about to leave for Beijing, so Song Yingwan naturally carried her own pillow to Zhang Ru's room, planning to spend time with her tonight.
As soon as Xie Ci entered the room, he saw someone holding a pillow and about to walk out. He reached out and grabbed Song Yingwan's arm and asked, "Where are you going?"
After hearing this, Song Yingwan remembered that she hadn't told him about this yet, so she explained softly, "I'm leaving tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep with my mother today."
He frowned, "Then what should I do?"
Song Yingwan didn't think it was anything at first, but when he asked her, she felt a little guilty. After thinking for a while, she hesitated and said, "My dad and Chenchen are in the next room. If you don't want to be alone, why don't you go and make do with them?" one night?"
Xie Ci narrowed his eyes and looked at her without speaking.
Song Yingwan also knew that his proposal was a bit strange, so he laughed and said, "Just kidding--"
After all, Song Yingwan couldn't bear to see him pitifully alone. The two of them had obviously slept separately before, so why couldn't they be separated in just a few days?
She took two steps closer, held his sleeves with her fingers, and coaxed in a low voice, "Thank you, do you want to kiss him for a while?"
The man raised his eyelids and glanced at her, his eyes darkened for a moment, but he said nothing.
Song Yingwan didn't care what he thought. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. She kissed him again and again based on the experience she gained from him. However, due to her lack of skill and the two people's There was a slight height difference, so she couldn't hold on for long and had to stop.
Later, maybe because she felt a little tired from standing on tiptoe, she simply stretched out her hands to wrap around his neck, and their lips became closer, but that was all.
She stood there motionless as she thanked him, but there was a slight smile in her eyes. Only when she was about to lose her balance would he reach out and hold her waist slightly.
After kissing for a while, Song Yingwan felt that the person had almost coaxed her. She was about to leave, but the next second she was grabbed around the waist and unable to move. He thanked her and put it close to her ear. His hot breath sprayed on her neck. Dangerous and ambiguous.
There was some magnetism in his deep voice, "Wanwan, your learning ability is so poor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and covered her with her. His cool breath suddenly spread out. He skillfully sucked and nibbled on the girl's red lips, and their breaths intertwined.
Song Yingwan's reason and thinking were gradually swallowed up by this lingering kiss, and only his last words were left in her mind. Before she could think about it deeply, she was dragged into a new round of whirlpool, and could no longer be separated. A little mindfulness.
She still knew how to express her gratitude, but stopped after kissing for a while, and finally rested in his arms for a while before Song Yingwan had the strength to walk out.
Zhang Ru was sitting on the bed knitting a sweater to kill time. When she saw Song Yingwan coming in, she smiled and said, "Is it cold? Come and sit on the bed."
Fortunately, only a small light was turned on in this room, so Song Yingwan could calmly reply, "It's not cold."
She still feels numb on her lips, which must be a bit swollen.
Song Yingwan lifted the quilt and sat on it, leaning on Zhang Ru's shoulder intimately. She looked at the ball of wool in her hand and asked softly, "Is this knitted for me?"
No one in the family except her would use such a pretty color.
Zhang Ru bent her lower lip and said softly, "I knitted a sweater for you. You can wear it when spring starts. After you finish knitting this sweater, I will knit another one for Xiao Ci and send it to you together. "
Song Yingwan didn't say anything. She took a breath and said, "We are not short of clothes. Don't work too hard."
Zhang Ru said, "It's not hard work. Mom can knit for a while when she can't sleep."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhang Ru thought that Song Yingwan would have to get up to catch the train tomorrow morning, so she said, "Go to bed quickly. You have to get up early tomorrow."
Song Yingwan said, "Then don't knit. Let's lie on the bed and talk for a while."
Zhang Ru smiled and neatly put away the things at hand, "Okay, Mom will sleep with you."
Song Yingwan had never felt like this before. It was as if she had found a safe place, with only peace of mind and satisfaction in her heart. She moved to the side with attachment, and after a long time, she said, "Mom, thank you."
Zhang Ru's eyes turned sour when she heard this, and she reached out to stroke her long hair, feeling both happy and melancholy, "Silly child..."
After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but tell her, "Wanwan, you can't act like a child anymore after you get married. You and Xiaoci should be on good terms, so that your dad and I can rest assured."
Song Yingwan sniffed and said, "We will be fine."
Zhang Ru didn't speak anymore, just patted her on the back, her kindness contained heart-warming power.
When Song Yingwan was about to fall asleep, she thought that Xie Ci also liked to pat her to sleep like this, but it seemed to be different from Zhang Ru's feeling, but she couldn't tell the specific difference.
The next day, just after dawn, Song Yingwan felt movement coming from her side. She was a little confused about the bed, so she slept lightly last night. Zhang Ru's movements were very light, but she still felt it.
She did not open her eyes, and after Zhang Ru went out, she fell asleep for a while before she woke up. When she went out, Xie Ci and Song's father had already gotten up, and Zhang Ru was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
After a while, Chenchen also got up, and hurriedly ran out and saw that Song Yingwan hadn't left yet, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Yingwan smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's still early."
Chenchen pouted, "You sneaked away behind my back last time!"
Then he angrily said to Father Song, "You are not trustworthy. You promised me yesterday that you would wake me up today."
Father Song was startled by him and said angrily, "You stinky boy!"
Chenchen was justified and not afraid of him, but her voice was still two points weaker, "That's what it is."
Song Yingwan looked at it with a smile and didn't interrupt. It was good to see the excitement in the early morning.
After finishing the breakfast made by Zhang Ru, it was almost time. When I came back, my family came to pick me up, and when I left, my family also came to see me off, so it was complete.
When getting on the train, Chenchen still couldn't hold back her tears. She held on to Song Yingwan's luggage and refused to let go. Lihua led the rain and said, "Sister, when will you come back?"
Song Yingwan felt a sour feeling on the tip of her nose. She blinked hard and then said, "I'll be back after the Chinese New Year. You can come and take me home then."
Chenchen, "That's too long..."
He wanted to say more, but Father Song slapped him on the forehead, "Okay, don't delay your sister from getting on the train."
Chenchen, "..."
So angry!
