The little cutie is not obedient, the black-bellied president spoils her and gives birth to a baby

"Okay, I'll drink with you." Song Cheng could only pour himself a glass.

"Cheers!" Shen Yishu raised his glass again.

Thinking of how he had just finished the drink, Song Cheng hurriedly stopped her and said, "Drink slowly. It's easy to get drunk this way."

"Is this okay?" Shen Yishu picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"That's okay."

Seeing that she just took a small sip, Song Cheng finally felt relieved.

In this way, the two of them chatted, drank and ate, and Shen Yishu's laughter could be heard from the room from time to time.

After drinking two glasses of wine, Shen Yishu was a little tipsy. She talked more and more, and became more charming and lovely.

Song Cheng looked at her affectionately. He felt that Shen Yishu exuded charming charm all over her body, especially her sexy little mouth, which made him even more unable to extricate himself. He really wanted to kiss her and taste her well.

Just as Song Cheng was daydreaming, Shen Yishu suddenly looked at the falling snow outside the window and said, "Wow, it's snowing heavily. It's so beautiful. Let's go out and see the snow!" She stood up, took Song Cheng's hand and went to the yard outside.

"What beautiful snowflakes." Shen Yishu said as he stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes in the air.

After a while, she caught a snowflake in her hand.

Shen Yishu said to Song Cheng happily: "Look, I caught a lot of snowflakes."

When she stretched out her hand in front of Song Cheng, Song Cheng only saw a few drops of water in her palm.

Shen Yishu said frustratedly: "Why did it melt again?"

Song Cheng held her hand and said lovingly, "Because your hands are too hot, the snowflakes melted instantly when they fell. Look at the leaves over there, there is already a layer of snow on them."

"If it keeps snowing like this, the ground will soon turn white." Shen Yishu was looking forward to seeing the surroundings covered in silver.

"That's for sure. If it snows until night, there will definitely be a thick layer of snow on the ground."

"I love snow the most. I remember when I was a child, every time it snowed heavily, my grandfather would build a big snowman for me in the yard." Looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, Shen Yishu recalled the scene when her grandfather accompanied her to build a snowman when she was a child.

"Then when the snow on the ground gets thicker, how about I help you build a big snowman in the yard?"

"Okay." Shen Yishu hugged Song Cheng and said happily with his head raised.

Looking at her eyes full of joy, Song Cheng lowered his head and kissed her mouth.

Shen Yishu was stunned for a moment, but soon she hugged Song Cheng's waist tightly and responded enthusiastically.

Feeling her enthusiasm, Song Cheng kissed her even harder.

In this yard with snowflakes flying in the air, the two kissed each other in ecstasy.

I don’t know how long it took, but Shen Yishu was shivering from the cold and her lips were ice.

Song Cheng was so excited just now that he only thought about kissing Shen Yishu and didn't consider anything else.

When he noticed Shen Yishu shivering, he realized it was too cold outside.

So he picked up Shen Yishu and went back into the house.

Looking at Shen Yishu's lips that were frozen purple, he said with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, baby, I was a little too excited just now. I'll help you turn on the water now, and you can take a hot bath to warm yourself up."

"I don't want to take a bath." Shen Yishu hugged his neck and refused to let go.

Song Cheng looked at her with both heartache and helplessness, and finally he could only carry Shen Yishu back to the room.

He put Shen Yishu on the bed and wrapped her tightly with a quilt, leaving only her head exposed.

"How do you feel now? Are you feeling warmer?" Song Cheng, who was sitting next to him, asked with concern.

"Still so cold!" Shen Yishu said, curling up into a ball.

She felt her whole body was frozen, even her bones were cold.

"Then I'll go get you another quilt." Song Cheng stood up and said.

Just as he was about to go out, Shen Yishu's hand reached out from under the quilt and grabbed his clothes.

"Can you hug me?"

Just now when Song Cheng was hugging her, she felt the warmth from his body and it was very comfortable. Now lying in the quilt, she always felt that it was not as warm as his embrace.

Song Cheng was a little hesitant, but seeing her expectant eyes, he could only sit down, then slowly lay down beside her, and hugged Shen Yishu through the quilt.

Through a thick quilt, Shen Yishu couldn't feel his warmth at all.

She pushed Song Cheng and said with a red face, "Can you lie down inside?"

Song Cheng couldn't believe his ears. He never dreamed that Shen Yishu would let him lie in the same bed with her.

How could he not bear to miss such a good thing? As soon as Shen Yishu finished her sweet talk, he lifted the quilt and lay down next to Shen Yishu.

As soon as he lay down, Shen Yishu felt the quilt suddenly become warm.

The next second, Shen Yishu's entire body was pressed against Song Cheng's.

Song Cheng took the opportunity to hold her in his arms.

"Is it still cold now?" he asked softly in Shen Yishu's ear.

"You won't be cold once you lie down here. You're so warm."

Song Cheng touched her hand and said, "Why is it still so cold?" As he said that, he put Shen Yishu's hand inside his clothes.

Shen Yishu was a little shy at first. She put her hands on Song Cheng's chest and didn't dare to move.

Song Cheng looked at her embarrassed look and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so reserved, relax a little, I'm your boyfriend, you can touch me if you want, don't try to hold it back."

"I didn't want to touch it." Shen Yishu's face turned even redder.

"Is it because my figure is not good enough that you don't want to touch me?"

"no."

"What is that?" Song Cheng asked relentlessly.

"That's not good."

"What's wrong with touching your man?" Song Cheng was amused by her simple idea.

"It's not good anyway." Shen Yishu's voice became smaller and smaller.

"But I just want you to touch me, Shushu, can you touch me?"

Under his various requests, Shen Yishu could only bite the bullet and touch his strong chest a few times.

Seeing that she had not taken any other action, Song Cheng moved her hand to his abdominal muscles.

Slowly, Shen Yishu began to become bolder.

Her fingers nimbly moved across every inch of Song Cheng's skin.

Every time she touched him, Song Cheng's breathing became heavier.

Song Cheng enjoyed it, but also felt it was a painful torture!

He felt like he was about to explode.

Shen Yishu's hand brushed across Song Cheng's belt intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed Shen Yishu's hand, put it on his belt and said, "Shushu, I feel so uncomfortable, can you help me?"

"I, I can't!" Shen Yishu's palms were full of sweat due to nervousness.

"It's okay, I'll teach you."