put wildness in his heart

Chapter 236 He belongs to her
The floor lamp was turned on on the side of the sofa, and the dim and warm light enveloped the corner of the sofa. Shen Jiayu lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes slightly on a certain place, suddenly smiled, licked the tip of his teeth and said, "I take back that sentence."

Wen Miao: "?"

The words were endless, and Wen Miao didn't understand what he was talking about.

Looking at him suspiciously, she asked, "Which sentence?"

Shen Jiayu rubbed her earlobe, said with a light smile, "You are beautiful and soft 36D."

Isn't this her WeChat name?
Wen Miao's mind is a little confused now, and she can't make a turn. She thought for a while before she realized what she said at the time?

——"The beauty of the body is the present tense, and 36D is the future tense."

How did Shen Jiayu get back to her?

——"Difficult, compared to secondary development, I suggest that you can look forward to reincarnation."

what……

Now that you know you can take it back?
Although there is no D, B seems to be able to look forward to it. Shen Jiayu's tone was a little narrow, with an uncontrollable chuckle inside: "It seems that the meal is not in vain."

"..." Wen Miao inexplicably felt that she had been insulted, and she asked a little unhappy, "Do you think I'm A?"

"No." Shen Jiayu answered quite neatly, but before Wen Miao's eyebrows relaxed, his next sentence followed, "I thought it was a negative A."

Wen Miao: "..."

Hiss, isn't this looking for a fight?

Or you better shut up!

The air conditioner has been turned on to sixteen degrees, but the temperature in the living room keeps rising. The air seems to have been burned by a fire, and it is stuffy and hot. The water glass on the table was touched by someone, knocked over and soaked. Soft blanket on the floor.

The low panting sounds in her ears seemed to be warmed up, Wen Miao felt the skin on the side of her face was slightly hot, she couldn't help but tilt her head, trying to avoid it, but Shen Jiayu held her delicately The back of the neck, kissed deeply.

Breath tangled.

Drunk and sober.

The dim light of the floor lamp was faint, and Wen Miao could clearly see the traces of emotion in Shen Jiayu's expression when facing the light, and there was a faint reddish mist at the end of her eyes. She couldn't help closing her eyes, and raised her hand to wipe it away. His slightly drooping eyelashes were dripping with sweat.

……

After taking a shower, Wen Miao didn't even have the strength to speak.

Like a small cabbage beaten by frost, it lay listlessly on the bed, not wanting to move.

The sound of water "crashing" came from the bathroom again. Shen Jiayu washed her briefly first, put her back on the bed, and then took a pair of sweatpants from the closet and re-entered the bathroom.

Wen Miao turned over, changed her position and lay down on her side, lazily raised her eyelids and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Light streams through the glass bathroom door.

A bedside lamp was turned on in the bedroom, but the light from the bathroom was brighter, making the water-stained carpet at the door very clear.

Wen Miao looked at it for a while and then looked away.

The temperature of the air conditioner was too low, making the room a bit cold. She didn't bother to look back, she reached out and touched the bed a few times indiscriminately, touched the small quilt by the side of the bed, grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled it over, and then covered her body , sighed listlessly.

As the saying goes, true knowledge comes from practice...

What happened tonight was completely different from what she had imagined. Maybe the spiritual satisfaction was more obvious than the physical intuitive feeling.

She could truly know that this person belonged to her.

Can truly be owned by her.

Within a few minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and soon, the glass door was opened from the inside, and the rising heat rushed out along the crack of the door.

Wen Miao heard the voice, tilted her head lazily, and glanced over there.

Shen Jiayu closed the door casually and walked over.

He was tall, and as soon as he stood by the bed, he blocked most of the light from the bedside lamp, and the room became a few degrees darker. Wen Miao graciously moved a little inside the bed to give him a seat.

Shen Jiayu sat sideways by the bed.

There was still damp water vapor on his body, and the smell of shower gel remained on his fingertips, lime mint, which smelled clean and refreshing.

It smells the same as her.

Seeing that Wen Miao was tightly wrapped, only her small head was exposed, Shen Jiayu leaned over, reached out and touched her face: "Cold?"

"A little bit." Wen Miao shrank back into the quilt again.

Usually, when she is at home, she turns on the air conditioner at this temperature. It's not too cold, but it's just a little cold after taking a shower.

Shen Jiayu took the remote control of the air conditioner from the bedside table, tilted his head and asked Wen Miao, "Then should I turn off the air conditioner?"

"Don't turn it off, it will be hot again in a while." Wen Miao buried the lower half of his face in the quilt, and his voice sounded muffled, "Turn up the temperature."

Shen Jiayu said "hmm", and pressed twice on the remote control with his fingertips to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner to [-] degrees.

Wen Miao jumped out from under the quilt, and suddenly found her mobile phone: "Where is my mobile phone?"

Shen Jiayu glanced in the direction of the bedside table, but he didn't see the phone on it, maybe it was put in the living room and he didn't take it, so he put down the remote control in his hand, got up and stood up: "I'll go to the living room to take a look."

Both of their mobile phones are in the living room, thrown in a corner of the sofa.

When he came back with his mobile phone, Shen Jiayu turned off the light in the living room.

Wen Miao took the phone, glanced at the time on it, and threw the phone on the bedside table to charge. The bed beside him sank slightly, and when he turned around, he saw Shen Jiayu half-sit on the bedside.

It wasn't so cold anymore, Wen Miao kicked the quilt, trying to squeeze into Shen Jiayu's arms, but as soon as her feet kicked, her thighs began to hurt faintly, and she didn't know if it was a muscle or a muscle, Wen Miao hissed " With a sound, the little face then wrinkled.

Seeing this, Shen Jiayu fished her over, pinched her calf twice with his fingers, and asked her with lowered eyes: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Miao said vaguely, "It's okay."

It's not too painful, it's within tolerable range.

It's just a little uncomfortable when you stretch your legs.

Shen Jiayu's movements were much lighter, and his voice was still a little hoarse: "You know it hurts, but you still dare to take off my clothes?"

Wen Miao moved tentatively, then took another breath, and obediently nestled back into his arms, not daring to move any more, and said somewhat depressedly: "I know it hurts, but I didn't expect it to be this painful."

Little Huangwen is not evil...

No wonder everyone said that the author who wrote the little yellow essay must have no experience.

Because that's not the case at all.

When Wen Miao got along with Shen Jiayu in private, although he talked a lot about tigers and wolfs, he was still an ignorant little white rabbit in essence, and all his experience came from those unreliable little Huang Wen authors.

But who would have thought that the writers of the novels who wrote such extraordinary works were all talking on paper? !

(End of this chapter)