The next day.
After Song Shengsheng woke up, she felt the weight pressing on her waist, which made her feel uncomfortable.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the hand that was crossing her waist was almost encircling her body in a possessive posture.
The men by the pillow all have a good sleeping face.
The bridge of the nose is straight and the expression is calm.
Song Shengsheng quickly remembered what happened last night and what he said.
She didn’t feel embarrassed, she just regretted drinking some wine last night.
I thought drinking wine had indeed made a mistake.
She was about to get up while he was asleep. As soon as she sat up, he pressed her back, “Sleep a little longer.”
The man’s voice sounded a little hoarse.
It seems like I haven’t had enough sleep.
The two are not married yet, so it is not suitable to be so close.
But they didn’t seem to think that this was a problem. It would be a matter of time before they could sleep in the same bed, and there was nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.
Song Shengsheng’s voice also sounded a little hoarse. She looked at the ceiling above her head: “Fu Cheng, I’ve slept enough, and I can’t sleep now.”
She is still a little obsessed with cleanliness.
Like a small animal that cherishes its fur, it must be taken care of at any time.
She remembered that she fell asleep without taking a shower last night. Although she didn’t smell much, she just felt that it was not clean.
She was desperate to take a shower.
She tried to remove the hand that was crossing her waist repeatedly, but failed because of the disparity between men and women.
It fell on her like a dozen pounds of black iron.
Song Shengsheng did not do any more futile contributions. She gave up struggling, but said to Fu Cheng in a half-dead tone: “Put your hands away first, I’m going to take a shower.”
Fu Cheng’s eyes were not opened, and he closed his eyes and said to her: “It’s still early.”