Chapter 37(1/2)
Pompeii was drunk, but she did not lose consciousness.
Yu Xing was kissing her, she knew very well about this.
It's just a very confused mind.
Pompeii can no longer think about this situation, whether it is right or wrong, whether it is good or bad, or not...
Only the body tells her honestly, it feels very comfortable.
He was the smell she liked, very light, fragrant, elegant and clear.
His eyebrows were like what she liked. His high nose shaved the tip of her nose, and the noses of the two were like a pair of mandarin ducks with their ears.
Involuntarily, Pompeii opened his mouth, closed his eyes, followed by his rhythm, and then fell off his chain, responding to his kiss one after another.
Obviously Yu Xing was not satisfied with her occasional disconnection. She held her cheek and raised her chin, and was more fully and satisfied. Every time she bit her nipples, the itchy part in her heart would be scratched just right.
Very comfortable.
"Um..." Pompei frowned, turned his head to avoid Yu Xing's teeth, and said softly: "It's so tired."
Can't inhale the air.
Yu Xing's Adam's apple rolled, her breathing became heavy, and her eyes were red and stared at her lying on the bed. Her eyebrows were fine and vigorous, with a layer of tenacity than ordinary clear and beautiful. Her eyes were a little longer at the ends, and her eyelids were red, which was charming and charming.
These beautiful eyes seem to be on the face of ordinary people and are not easy to grow, but they just grow on her face.
He didn't know how to describe his strange and special feeling in his heart. She was obviously the same as everyone else, but obviously the same as everyone else.
I don't know what gave her uniqueness, so that he couldn't classify her into the same category with others.
Almost instinctively, he was attracted by everything about her, inside and out, flesh to soul.
Yu Xing lowered his head, buried his face in Pompeii's neck, and a warm breath sprayed on her neck.
He held a strand of Pompeii's hair falling on the sheet, pinched it tightly, and said in her ear: "Pompeii...I seem..."
It seems to be dying.
Pompeii turned his head and wanted to see who was talking in his ear, but she couldn't see it. She could only scratch her chin when she slashed her neat short hair, as if she rubbed against the grass.
Very uncomfortable.
She pushed away the person pressing on her body and turned over to find water to drink.
Zheng Qingqiu boiled sober soup and came up to knock on the door.
Yu Xing also sat up from the bed, wiped his face, and forced himself to speak: "Grandma, I'll feed you, you go and rest early."
Zheng Qingqiu looked at the drunk Pompeii and whispered to Yu Xing: "You can't do anything random when you're drunk."
Yu Xing was silent for a moment, held Zheng Qingqiu's shoulder out, and said, "...I know."
Zheng Qingqiu was worried while muttering, and went back to his room to himself.
Yu Xing sat up with Pompeii in his arms and asked her to drink soup.
Pompeii was thirsty and drank a lot in one breath, then fell asleep. After sleeping, he died of sleep and showed no sign of awakening.
But she couldn't sleep well and skillfully took off her own clothes.
Yu Xing: "..."
He turned his face away, opened the wardrobe door, found a nightgown for Pompeii to put on, and covered her with a quilt.
After doing this, he wanted to leave, but remembered that Pompeii's wine was actually not good. He loved to slept with a quilt when he was drunk, but he was worried.
After taking a shower, he simply sat on the stool in front of the makeup mirror for a while. Sure enough, Pompeii kicked the quilt in a few minutes.
Yu Xing also slept in, hugged her, wrapped the quilt, and the two were wrapped together like rice dumplings.
With such a powerful imprisonment, Pompeii finally became honest.
He held the back of Pompeii's head, and wrote a light kiss on her forehead as she had asked before, and silently recited the Bible of Sleeping She asked for in his heart: Good night, baby.
The next day, when Pompeii woke up, he felt like he was in the cocoon of twin butterflies.
In the quilt, one of hers, one of him.
And, she was wearing a strange nightgown.
Pompeii: "…"
After waking up, the sequelae of hangover came and Pompeii had a split headache.
She frowned and blew away the hair beside her face, her eyes were half-clear, and her tone was a little unhappy: "Yu Xing, wake up, you have pressed the quilt too hard, I can't move."
Yu Xing slowly opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion as Pompeii called.
Pompei was completely awake and looked at each other. She asked expressionlessly: "Can you get up first?"
"Yeah." Yu Xing got up and put on his clothes, Pompeii wrapped himself in a quilt, staring at him without saying a word.
Yu Xing buttoned the shirt and lowered his eyes little by little, looking at her and explained: "Yesterday you..."
Pompeii interrupted ruthlessly: "Shut up."
She remembered what she should remember, but—she was not kind-hearted: "I remember I didn't ask you to change my clothes, nor did I let you sleep with me."
Yu Xing's fingers stopped on the top button, just at the Adam's apple. His slender thumb paused, unconsciously stroked the sexy Adam's apple, and said calmly: "You took off your clothes yourself. Grandma was already asleep at that time, so I put on a skirt for you. You kicked the quilt, and I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I hugged you to sleep."
Pompeii was buried half of his face in the quilt, and his bright eyes stared at him: "Excuse."
Yu Xing lowered his head and walked through the metal-headed belt on his trousers. The black leather passed through his fluent waist. After a "click", he buckled it, he admitted frankly: "You are right, it's an excuse. If you want to get it back, you can do it tonight."
Pompeii's cheeks suddenly turned red, he blinked and looked up at him.
Why are you becoming so shameless now?
If the police and uncle are in charge of such a person, she will call him now.
Yu Xing's lazy eyes fell on her face, and her expression was gentle, "Get up and wash, or sleep a little longer, I'll see what dishes my grandma bought and make home-cooked dishes for you at noon. But my skills are unfamiliar and may not be delicious."
Pompeii ignored him and meditated with a quilt.
Did she say she wanted to eat the dishes he cooked?
He is so proactive and considerate now.
OK is not true.
If a question is obviously not answered in a short period of time, don’t think about it.
Do what you see first.
This is the lesson Pompeii taught himself.
She got up and washed up, and prepared to go down to see what dishes Zheng Qingqiu had prepared and if she could help.
When Pompei was about to change his nightgown, he thought of Zheng Qingqiu saying that he had prepared clothes for her, so he opened the wardrobe and next to his pajamas, which were greener and tenderer than Zheng Qingqiu usually wore.
With the delicate cheongsam slid across his fingertips, Pompeii picked up a retro red cheongsam with dark patterns and put them on it, and casually tied a bun and slashed his eyebrows. The charm of the classical beauty came out between looking around.
When Pompeii went downstairs, Zheng Qingqiu and Yu Xing stood downstairs and looked at her.
Zheng Qingqiu was holding a handful of vegetables in her hand and was about to go to the backyard to pick them. She smiled and said, "Beibei is so beautiful! It looks like the bride's toast clothes."
Yu Xing didn't say anything, but agreed to Zheng Qingqiu's words.
Pompei smiled, went downstairs, and followed Zheng Qingqiu to the yard.
Zheng Qingqiu has a bad look and is a bit troublesome to pick vegetables in the kitchen. She likes to pick vegetables in the yard, basking in the warm sun, and talking to the nanny at home. Time is easily passed.
It seems like this is a happy day.
Pompeii and Zheng Qingqiu sat on a small bench together.
She imitated Zheng Qingqiu's movements to pick vegetables. Although it was very simple, she had never done it before. Her movements were still very awkward and a little funny.
Zheng Qingqiu said happily: "Baibei, this is not how the dish is picked. Look, you have to pinch it off and just fold it."
Pompeii picked two or three of them and was almost proficient.
Zheng Qingqiu remembered Pompeii's three years abroad and asked worriedly: "How did you eat when you are studying abroad?"
Pompeii lowered his head and replied shyly: "...Eat it simply."
It’s not because I’m lazy that I’m shy, but because of the perfunctory way of ordering takeout and fried rice, I don’t seem to cherish my body enough, and I feel a little sorry for the care of my elders.
Zheng Qingqiu said with distress: "It's good that you're back. Fortunately, you can cook. You are in Ancheng, let him go back from get off work and cook for you."
Pompei smiled: "He is busy now, so he has no time to cook."
Zheng Qingqiu disagreed: "The food still needs to be cooked!" She said again: "Lucky told me that if you have enough busy for three years at most, you will not be busy. This is just enough for three years. He should be idle."
Pompeii counted his days, and he said this three years ago. Did Yu Xing plan the development plan of Beixing Group three years ago?
Visionate enough.
Zheng Qingqiu asked casually: "Have you agreed on three years? You just finished reading and he was done, so you can live in Ancheng together."
Pompeii was stunned, they did not make an agreement.
...It's just a coincidence.
To be continued...