After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

When Xie Nanxing woke up in a daze, the first feeling he had was that he felt a little hot. This heat was not a dry heat, but a moist heat.

With a physique like his, he wouldn't sweat even when it was the hottest time of summer, even if he slept with a blanket covering him.

Of course, except for the time when he was making love with Shen Jinmo.

Gradually, Xie Nanxing realized that the damp heat was not coming from him, but from his pillow.

Moreover, this pillow was much harder than the ones he had used in the past.

I opened my eyes in confusion, and everything around me was pitch black.

If you listen carefully, the sound of rain falling outside is particularly clear.

There was a slight curve at the corner of Xie Nanxing's mouth. He slowly moved his head away from Shen Jinmo's lower abdomen and sat up straight.

Even though he couldn't see the scene in front of him, Xie Nanxing could rely on his familiarity with Shen Jinmo to accurately place his hand on Shen Jinmo's chest.

His palm was instantly stained with moisture. Instead of pulling his hand back, Xie Nanxing gently opened Shen Jinmo's pajamas with his hands and skillfully outlined every inch of Shen Jinmo's chest.

It's not that he doesn't know how much he feels sorry for Shen Jinmo, it's just that he feels too sorry for Shen Jinmo, so he acts like this.

Xie Nanxing's nose, which was hit when he just got up from Shen Jinmo's lower abdomen, is still hurting.

My fingertips were hooked for a long time, but the person next to me showed no sign of waking up.

Xie Nanxing began to doubt his own judgment again.

Compared to that kind of lovemaking, Shen Jinmo might want to sleep more now.

He couldn't sleep well without Shen Jinmo holding him, and Shen Jinmo, who usually didn't sleep much, would definitely not be able to sleep even more without him holding him.

There was a slight pain in her heart. Xie Nanxing, dressed in cool clothes, slowly threw herself into Shen Jinmo's arms, ready to accompany Shen Jinmo for a good sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the man beside her quickly turned sideways and hugged Xie Nanxing tightly from behind.

With one hand clasping Xie Nanxing's waist which was covered with a silver chain, his voice, made hoarse by his forbearance, fell into Xie Nanxing's ears.

"My goodness, why are you thin again?"

This one word made Xie Nanxing's ears twitch.

The sweetheart who had just woken up, with a mute sound of heartache in his ears, was enough to make Xie Nanxing's love surge.

She intended to turn around in Shen Jinmo's arms, but was stopped by Shen Jinmo's hand moving downwards.

A tingling sensation that he hadn't felt for a long time came over Xie Nanxing, and he closed his eyes slightly. He remembered what he was wearing tonight, and also remembered the purpose of his coming to Shen Jinmo's place tonight.

His legs moved forward and backward, his toes tapped on the bamboo mat under the bed, and the sound of the silver chain jingling could be heard frequently, directly pulling the extremely thin silver chain.

"Husband, don't."

An ethereal voice filled with deep affection was heard, and Xie Nanxing began to tremble in Shen Jinmo's arms at a speed beyond Shen Jinmo's expectations.

And even after he stopped all his movements, there was still no sign of calming down.

After all, he was the person who knew Xie Nanxing best in the world. After thinking about it for a while, Shen Jinmo understood that there must be something else that made Xie Nanxing so out of control.

But Shen Jinmo was not in a hurry to find the mechanism. He just moved his wet hands around Xie Nanxing's body.

"My dear, why are you shaking all the time? It's raining suddenly tonight, and it's a bit cold."

Words are normal words.

Shen Jinmo found the thing before his hand.

However, he did not intend to let Xie Nanxing know that he had found it.

Pretending to be serious, Xie Nanxing now didn't want Shen Jinmo to know the crazy things he had done under his crazy thoughts.

"Shen Jinmo, are you a little tired?"

With his head buried in Xie Nanxing's shoulder, Shen Jinmo suddenly touched an extremely thin silver chain. He pulled it slightly, and a crying voice came out from Xie Nanxing's nostrils.

"Not tired."

As if he had found something more fun, Shen Jinmo would talk about it every once in a while: "As soon as we arrived, it rained in Dingxi County for most of the night, soaking the dry land."

"Now that the drought in Dingxi County has eased, you have come to comfort me personally. How can I feel hot?"

Xie Nanxing couldn't hear what Shen Jinmo was saying at all. He only had one thought in mind: to escape quickly.

Otherwise, he would be tortured to death by Shen Jinmo on this bed.

Just as he was about to hide, the chain around his ankle shortened a few inches and pulled Xie Nanxing back onto the bed.

In this world, the only person who knows Xie Nanxing better than Shen Jinmo is Xie Nanxing himself.

So Xie Nanxing, who wanted to escape now, lost to Xie Nanxing who wanted to be played by Shen Jinmo not long ago.

The smile on both sides of his mouth was tinged with a rare evil spirit: "My dear, I really just wanted to make you feel good."

However, the moment he touched the silver chain, Shen Jinmo was ready to make Xie Nanxing a little more satisfied.

The moment he heard the ankle chain suddenly shorten, the lustful beast in Shen Jinmo's heart was completely released.

"Shen Jinmo, I haven't been eating well recently."

Xie Nanxing's implication was that his current physical condition could not withstand excessive stress.

"Yeah." Shen Jinmo got up from the bed, took out a tinderbox and lit the candle.

He walked to Xie Nanxing's side, holding a candle in one hand and a wooden tray with a teapot and teacups in the other.

Pour the tea into the porcelain cup, Shen Jinmo said: "Turn it off yourself, drink some water first."

The body wrapped in red gauze, at this moment, is even redder than the red gauze itself.

He took the blanket to cover his body, and just as Xie Nanxing put his hand into the quilt, the blanket was lifted up by Shen Jinmo.

The two pairs of eyes, soaked in lust, surged with passion the moment they looked at each other.

Shen Jinmo looked at Xie Nanxing's hand that was reluctant to drop, and whispered, "My dear, I want to see it with my own eyes."

My heart suddenly felt numb, tears welled up in my eyes, and the bamboo mat was soaked by these words.

Xie Nanxing's mind could only remember what Shen Jinmo wanted to see.

He placed one hand on Shen Jinmo's cheek and moved Shen Jinmo's eyes, which were fixed on his face, to where his right fingertips were.

The teacup held in Shen Jinmo's hand suddenly turned into powder, and the powder was blown into the air. Shen Jinmo lifted the teapot with one hand and poured the slightly cool tea on Xie Nanxing.

"Good boy, I'm thirsty."

Xie Nanxing closed her eyes tightly and clenched her hands into fists: "Husband, I want to drink some water."

The teapot changed direction in an instant, and the first drop fell on Xie Nanxing's brow. The tea was originally slightly cool, but in this instant it penetrated his skin and entered his mind, becoming boiling hot.

The person lying on the bed had his eyes slightly closed and his lips slightly parted, and every inch of his skin showed his obsession with Shen Jinmo at the moment.

Finally, the water in the teacup reached Xie Nanxing's lips.

If you don't quench your thirst, the more you drink, the thirstier you become.

The tea that Xie Nanxing had previously hidden was found by Shen Jinmo at this moment and entered Shen Jinmo's mouth.

Still not thirsty.

The silver chain was suddenly pulled, the tea became boiling hot again, and rolled over and over in the pot, making a whimpering sound.

Outside the house, a violent storm arose again, and the rain kept hitting the windows, trying to find out what was happening inside the house.

The slightly cool water in the house rolled over and over again, and it was obvious that it would not stop until the water boiled, but until the water was completely dry.

He put his arm around Xie Nanxing's waist with one hand and walked to the window with the teapot in the other.

The moisture from the rain poured into the house again, and Shen Jinmo held the teapot to catch the rain outside.

Tonight, the water can no longer be boiled dry.