He Is Warmer Than Time

The two stood at the door, the rain banged on the eaves, jingling, Gu Jingxing hugged her tightly: "Xiao Ran, you are wronged, it is because I didn't think well."

Song Ran leaned aggrievedly in his arms, "You told me that your mother has this kind of personality, so I had to prepare early. Now, you let me be defenseless, and I really feel aggrieved. "

Gu Jingxing kissed her lightly on the top of her head: "It's me who is not good, it is me who is not good."

Song Ran raised his eyes and stared at him. He couldn't see anything clearly. "If your mother keeps disagreeing with us, what are you going to do?"

Gu Jingxing's voice is firm: "This is my business, they can't control me, I believe you, they can't help it."

Gu Jingxing is the most assertive person in their family. When Gu Weiguo collapsed in a car accident, he resolutely decided to give up studying and become a soldier, which relieved the family's dilemma.

He is now twenty-four, and no one can stop his decision.

Song Ran said unsure: "Is there really nothing wrong? I think your mother likes that Ding Guoying."

Gu Jingxing stroked her back: "I got married, not my mother. She loves Ding Guoying, it's useless."

Song Ran seemed to have taken a reassurance: "Then let's... wash and sleep."

Gu Jingxing's mind was hot, and this topic really caught him off guard.

Because there was no electricity, Gu Jingxing lit the kerosene lamp, got some water, and the two of them took a bath, went into the Westinghouse, and got ready to sleep.

Song Ran slept on the bed, Gu Jingxing slept on the ground, Song Ran's legs swung down, and whispered: "Brother Jingxing, is it cold on the ground?"

When Gu Jingxing heard her cat cry, he thought, the little fairy is starting to hook people again, and he said with a rough voice: "It's not cold, go to sleep, Xiao Ran."

The rain outside the window was ticking, early autumn, at night, it was slightly cool, and Gu Jingxing's heart was about to be overwhelmed.

Song Ran's toes reached Gu Jingxing's legs, and there was a moment of lightly cushioning them: "Or...you can come up and sleep."

Gu Jingxing's heart thumped again: "No...no, just sleep like this, it's good."

He doesn't want to suffer that foreign sin.

Gu Jingxing was a little surprised when he heard the movement on the bed. He looked up, vaguely, and saw Song Ran sliding down the bed and lying next to him.

He froze, not daring to move, and swallowed hard: "Xiao Ran...you...what are you doing?"

Song Ran chuckled: "Don't worry, I won't treat you like anything."

Is this Tang Seng and the female fairy? Why is he panicking?

Gu Jingxing's throat was hoarse, and he thought, "You won't do anything to me, but I'm afraid that I can't hold it back and do you."

He leaned toward the wall as much as possible, and his soft body came close again, her hand on his shoulder, her smile mixed with the sound of rain, and Gu Jingxing was fascinated by it.

"Ah... rainy night... rainy night in early autumn, it feels so good." As she said, she hugged his waist from behind.

Gu Jingxing shook, breathing completely disordered.

"Little...Xiao Ran..."

Song Ran seemed to be prospering, and said softly, "Jingxing, you are the white moonlight by my window, and the cinnabar mole on my chest. You are the cool summer breeze and the warm sun in winter. You are my love and I Song Ran’s favorite."

Suddenly, in the darkness, the man rolled over and pressed up, his voice was a bit fierce and eager, and his hot breath splashed on her face: "Song Ran, do you **** owe it?"