Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 92 I Promised You I Would Wear It

"Mianmian, do you remember the song you sang when you climbed the stairs when it rained and the elevator stopped?" Feng Beiting said suddenly, but it wasn't to urge her.

"The song I sang..."

Jiang Yimian fell into memory.

She seemed to be humming Jay Chou's "snail".

what……

If you think she walks slowly, just say it straight, it's worthwhile to beat around the bush!
This kind of yin and yang strangeness should be strangled first.

Just about to roll her eyes, Jiang Yimian's body denied the instruction one step ahead of her brain.

It was only then that she realized belatedly that it was too easy for her to let go of her guard against Feng Beiting.

As long as he smiles at her and talks to her in that natural and familiar tone, she will unconsciously get along with him as before, forgetting to be on guard and vigilant.

She is probably crazy!

"Mianmian?"

Jiang Yimian came back to her senses, took a deep breath and walked towards him.

Stretching out the head was a slash, and retracting the tail was also a slash, she was willing to go all out!

Walking to the bed in stride, she lifted the quilt all at once, climbed onto the bed, and shrank to the edge of the bed on the right, facing Feng Beiting with the back of her head.

When she noticed that the other party was approaching from behind, she sat up from the bed again and said in the tone she could, "Oh! I haven't set the alarm clock yet, I have to get up early tomorrow!

As for my cell phone, I set an alarm clock. "

"What do you do in the morning?"

"Of course I went to see my master and Dr. Colby. After all, I came here to exchange and study." Jiang Yimian replied very casually, as if that was really the case, if ignoring her cold and trembling fingertips.

Feng Beiting's eyelashes drooped, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

Holding Jiang Yimian's waist and pressing her back to the bed, his hand passed under her neck and clasped it on her shoulder, letting her rest on his shoulder.

"Eh……"

"No alarm clock, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."

"real?!"

"Of course, I won't lie to you."

"..."

Jiang Yimian thought to herself, how few of you lied to me!
Being hugged by him nervously, Jiang Yimian's heart was beating like a drum, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

But soon, the young master found a place for them.

Putting her hand on his waist, Feng Beiting smiled with satisfaction, and reached out to turn off the light.

His arm was in front of Jiang Yimian, she happened to see the tooth marks on his wrist.

In fact, the traces are already very faint, and it was difficult to find them under such a dim light. It was only because Jiang Yimian discovered that his own teeth marks were similar to those on his wrist during the day, so he took a closer look at them just now.

The tooth mark is no longer as clear as it was at the beginning, but the outline is still there.

When she was about to take a closer look, the lights happened to go out.

The bedroom was plunged into darkness in an instant.

All that Jiang Yimian knows and feels comes from the people lying beside him.

Maybe it was the darkness that gave her a little courage, or maybe it was just because she saw the tooth mark that she decided to ask the doubts in her heart.

"Feng Beiting, what's the matter with the tooth marks on your wrist?" She heard her voice sound unusually calm.

"You bit."

Feng Beiting's voice was lazy and drunk.

In contrast, Jiang Yimian was much more awake, "When?! Where? Why did I do that?"

"Hmm..." He lightly rubbed his chin against her head, like a cat, "I can't remember exactly... Maybe it's for acting like a baby..."

"..."

I can go to yours!

Just know how to act like a baby!
There was silence for about a few minutes, Jiang Yimian didn't know the exact time, she estimated it.

"Feng Beiting?" She called tentatively.

He didn't answer, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Breathing shallowly, the breath brushed over Jiang Yimian's forehead very gently.

"Feng Beiting?" She called him again, and tugged at his clothes with the hand on his waist.

She knew he was definitely not asleep, and he was probably testing her right now.

Sure enough, he held her hand and responded with a lazy "um" in a slightly raised tone, as if he was puzzled or flirting.

that feeling...

Like someone holding a feather and brushing the itch on the tip of your heart.

Jiang Yimian thought, if the current situation wasn't too weird, she might be teased by him.

Concentrating, she said to him in an almost flattering tone, "I'm not sleepy yet, I want to play a game."

She wants to get her phone back.

Feng Beiting turned to hug her sideways, without any awareness of her real purpose, and said casually, "Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

"Want to play a game?" There seemed to be a hint of a smile in his tone.

"...Mmm." Jiang Yimian obviously hesitated.

As soon as her words fell, Feng Beiting's hands around her waist suddenly tightened, and they were tightly pressed together.

Her hand was in front of her body, but it didn't help much.

Warm lips brushed against her earlobe lightly, and seeing her shrinking and dodging suddenly, Feng Beiting, instead of being unhappy, laughed in a low voice.

The tone was very deep, it was the kind of reassuring smile, but Jiang Yimian was only shocked when he heard it.

What does this guy want to do? !
Feng Beiting fished her back, resting his perfectly contoured chin on her shoulders, "Mianmian is shy..."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

She is not shy!
She is not shy!

is afraid!
Playing with her delicate skin, Feng Beiting asked her very patiently, "How do you want to play?
Is it me?or are you coming? "

"...Huh?" What does this have to do with him?
"I come, I play you, you come, you play me, don't you understand?" He leaned close to her ear, and his voice was like a bug crawling into her ear softly and slowly, numb.

"..."

Are you the devil?
Feng Beiting didn't know Jiang Yimian's slander, he grabbed her hand and hooked something, his voice was soft like a little secret that could only be told to her alone.

"Mianmian, have you figured out this fabric? It's the one you bought for me before." He smiled again, "I promised you that I would wear it."

"..."

She is thinking.

If she kicked Feng Beiting out of bed now, would he choose to sleep with her or dispose of her.

I can't take it anymore!
Really, it's really a test of people's psychological quality for him to tease her without rape or kill.

Jiang Yimian felt that she was only a hair's thickness away from a mental breakdown.

She withdrew her hand abruptly, and the waistband of her trousers bounced back, making a very slight "snap".

Because it was night and the bedroom was quiet, the voice was particularly clear, and both of them could hear it clearly.

quiet--

Deathly silence.

Jiang Yimian's hand was still in the same movement as it was retracted just now, and her five fingers were still not close together, so it was a little stiff.

The gap from the mental breakdown has been filled with a single hair.

In an instant, Feng Beiting's hand came up and entangled her fingers.

Breathing gradually sinks.

"Mianmian..." He held her lips, his voice cheerful, "Aren't you afraid that I won't understand your subtle hint?"

"..."

She is not afraid that he does not understand, but that he understands too much.

He was the first person she knew who could overinterpret so much.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry..." Jiang Yimian struggled to withdraw her hand, and had to be careful, "I didn't mean it! Really not!"

"It hurts a bit." Feng Beiting said aggrievedly.

"I didn't feel any pain when I was stabbed before, but now I actually feel it?" Jiang Yimian couldn't help but slap him when he knew it shouldn't be.

As if she couldn't remember anything!

The lie was exposed, and he was rebuked again. Feng Beiting was silent for a moment, and suddenly fell on Jiang Yimian as if discouraged.

He continued to cover up without giving up, "The location is different, here is more minimal."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

So, why did she have to let him bounce back?

She vaguely felt that Feng Beiting's next sentence might be "you rub it for me and it won't hurt anymore".

And she absolutely didn't want to give him this chance.

So before the other party could speak, she cleverly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about that, I just said that I want to play games, which means mobile games."

Feng Beiting didn't answer immediately.

In the dark, Jiang Yimian couldn't see the expression on his face, but she guessed that he was frowning.

When he spoke, his tone tore off several layers of camouflage, "It's very late, playing with mobile phones hurts your eyes."

"No, just play for a while."

"I'll play again during the day tomorrow. If you're really not sleepy, then I..."

"Sleepy! Sleep!"

After saying that, Jiang Yimian pushed him off her body, turned around and tightened the quilt, but secretly clenched her hands into fists.

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　　ps: As soon as I see this title, I think of the little fairy in Nene, You Mu You O(∩_∩)O haha~ Let me take a look~
　　
　
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