One thought of a flash marriage, the husband teases lightly

The aunt and sister-in-law chatted for a long time. Xia Zhi was tired and went back to her room.

He Jiarui went to the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed. She was a little sleepy. She wanted to play with her phone again, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

In a daze, a WeChat message came on her phone. She opened it with half-squinted eyes and saw that it was from Yuan Zheng.

"Ruirui, if you feel sleepy, go to bed first. After I finish eating, I will play cards for a while and then go back."

He Jiarui replied with an OK emoticon and locked the keyboard.

The room is well soundproofed and you can't hear the wind outside at all. The quilt is soft and the whole person is wrapped up, giving a sense of security. He Jiarui fell asleep quickly in this comfortable environment.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she was woken up by the heat, kicked off the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep while riding on the quilt.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound outside the door, which attracted her to open her eyes. She sat up slowly and listened.

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang, accompanied by Yuan Zheng's knock on the door and his voice: "Honey, open the door, it's me."

Hearing Yuan Zheng's drunken voice, He Jiarui put down his guard and got out of bed to open the door for him.

As soon as the door opened, he couldn't stand and pressed his body down. All his weight fell on He Jiarui, causing her to stumble back two steps.

"Honey, I'm back." He put his head feebly on her shoulder and muttered drunkenly.

He Jiarui smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, frowned, dragged him into the room with force, and threw him on the bed.

She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Didn't you say you were playing cards? Why are you so drunk?"

Yuan Zheng didn't seem to hear her question. He sat up from the bed unsteadily and burped, "Honey, I want to vomit."

"Go to the bathroom quickly!" He Jiarui shouted, pulled him over, and the two of them stumbled in.

Yuan Zheng lay beside the toilet, bent over and vomited loudly. He Jiarui couldn't bear it, so she patted him on the back perfunctorily twice. She couldn't bear it either, and she squeaked twice, and came out of the bathroom with red eyes.

Yuan Zheng vomited a few more times, flushed the toilet, stood up tremblingly, washed his face, put his hands on the sink, and called He Jiarui helplessly.

"Honey, please come here." There was a plea in his tone.

He Jiarui walked in, looked at his wet face, pulled a towel to wipe his face, and asked, "What's wrong with you? I'll help you out."

Yuan Zheng turned his head, looked at her with blurred eyes, and suddenly grabbed He Jiarui's hand with great force.

He Jiarui was in pain and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Honey, do you think my hands are warm?" Yuan Zheng asked, his breathing a little rapid.

Upon hearing this, He Jiarui wrapped his hand with her other hand, and it did feel a little warm. She then reached out to touch his forehead, cheeks, and the back of his neck, and then said angrily to him: "How much did you drink? It's all on your face. It's hot everywhere."

The place where Yuan Zheng had been touched by her felt cool and refreshing, like the summer wind, which made him feel very comfortable.

He used the little reason he had left to say to himself: "If this guess is correct, I should be a Chinese medicine!"

Oh shit! Who did this to me?

Looking at He Jiarui, who was making him salivate, he let go and pushed her out.

"Hey, what are you doing? Be gentle!" He Jiarui was pushed and his feet were unsteady and he almost twisted his foot.

Yuan Zheng didn't say anything. After closing the bathroom door, he turned on the shower. He took off his clothes and stood under the shower head to take a cold shower.