Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

On the night of their first date, Lin Zheng stayed overnight.

Jingzhi dragged it to him by force.

Lin Zheng kept saying, "It's against the rules," and "It's not polite."

In the end, I was frozen by her words "I'm afraid of zombies" and her pair of big, watery eyes that looked aggrieved.

He was very well-behaved and moved into her side bedroom on his own initiative.

But the owner of this house is not reasonable at all.

"Dodo dodo."

"Duo duo."

"Dodo dodo."

She knocked on the side bedroom door until it broke.

Lin Zheng closed his eyes and said helplessly:

"It's ten o'clock, you should go to bed."

Her small voice came from outside the door.

"Three people died outside the house two days ago. I'm scared~"

"What if their souls float in and cause me to suffer from sleep paralysis?"

"Ah..." Lin Zheng turned over, lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, "Then how did you sleep the past two days?"

"..."

There was silence outside the house for a moment.

Lin Zheng thought she might be making an excuse, so he ignored her, rolled up the quilt, turned around again, and shrank back facing the wall.

It must be said that it is a bit colder in the suburbs.

Her house is so big, but empty and cold.

"Click."

There was a strange noise in the room.

He suddenly opened his eyes, propped up one arm and looked towards the window.

Is there really a ghost?

Two strands of hair drifted in with a familiar fragrance.

The mattress creaked slightly, and Lin Zheng lay back down helplessly.

"Zhizhi, this is not polite. Why are you climbing through the window?"

A round head popped in.

Jingzhi squatted on the windowsill, looking at him with a smile and a bit of embarrassment.

"I haven't seen you for half an hour and six minutes. I miss you~"

Lin Zheng glanced at her leisurely and replied unhappily:

"In the afternoon, you didn't see me for more than three hours. Why did you..."

"What's the matter?" Her clear eyes reflected the moonlight, and her smile was clearly visible.

Lin Zheng swallowed the sour words, snorted, and turned his face towards the wall again.

She dusted off her hands.

He jumped into the house nimbly.

After Lin Zheng shook himself, there was still no movement, but the quilt wrapped around him even tighter.

Jingzhi looked at the dust on his hands that couldn't be rubbed off, and walked towards the bathroom in his room.

The footsteps faded away.

He turned his head immediately, "Where are you going?"

Jingzhi paused, turned around happily, and hung her hands in front of her like a dinosaur, "You don't want me to leave?"

“…” Lin Zheng turned his head back stubbornly.

He said sullenly, "No, go back to sleep."

Jingzhi looked at the back of his round head, secretly wrinkled her nose, and made a face at him.

This man... is used to saying one thing and thinking another.

In the bathroom, there were the rustling sounds of rubbing hands and running water.

Lin Zheng inexplicably felt relieved.

I also felt that it was really embarrassing that I had asked such an unnecessary question just now.

He simply pulled the quilt up a few inches to cover half of his head.

Waited for a long time.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Lin Zheng was lying there feeling sleepy when he heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

Hot air instantly filled the air, and a faint fragrance slowly filled the entire room.

His eyes opened wider and wider, and his mind became clearer and clearer.

With a creaking sound, the spring mattress behind him suddenly sank downwards.

Lin Zheng leaned outward half an inch.

As soon as he turned his head, a corner of the quilt on his body was quickly lifted up.

A warm body came closer in an instant.

The feet, still warm from the hot water, kept pressing between his calves.

Her arm was tightly wrapped around my waist, and I could feel her soft cheek rubbing against my back.

Lin Zheng felt like a big pillow, firmly embedded in her arms.

His face seemed to be ironed by the heat from her body and gradually began to burn.

Lin Zheng cleared his throat and gently patted the back of her hand. "You... I stayed here to comfort you. Don't be like this."

Just ignore it.

He simply used a strange force to turn him around to face himself, then stretched out his hands to him expectantly.

"A Zheng, I feel safer if you hold me while I sleep."

When she turned around, he could see clearly that she was wearing a silver-gray silk nightgown.

It's no wonder, he just felt like he accidentally rubbed her silky calf.

She was lying on her side, her neckline was askew, revealing her breasts.

The moonlight shone obliquely from behind him, and he could actually see the slightest bit of her revealing...

Lin Zheng's body tensed up, and he immediately withdrew his gaze and raised his head.

"No."

His tone was firm, as if he was a senior monk who had practiced for thousands of years and was not moved by women.

"Why not?" She still raised her hands, looking puzzled.

"...I just can't." He moved inward, leaned sideways, and gave her half of the pillow.

"Okay, go to sleep. I'm here. You don't have to be afraid."

"........."

Jingzhi was speechless.

She is like this, is he still a man?

So he stubbornly went forward.

However, in the evening, Lin Zhenggang made a boast to Xia Youren, saying that it was based on emotion and ended with courtesy.

Now Azhi sleeps in the bedroom downstairs.

Although he is her adoptive father, he should at least set a good example for her.

So he grabbed Jingzhi's outstretched hand with both hands and kicked her directly in the waist.

Jingzhi was lifted into the air by his kick.

She was so angry that she wanted to scratch his serious face.

"I won't do anything." She lowered her hands aggrievedly, took a step back and said:

"If you want to turn around, just turn around. I'll still hold you from behind when you sleep, okay?"

He looks so pitiful.

If he hadn't seen the cunning in her eyes.

Lin Zhenggang just said "no".

Tears immediately welled up in Jingzhi's eyes.

“……………………”

He pressed his head which was aching.

Finally, he gathered his strength, lay flat on his back, and stretched out one arm to serve as a pillow for her.

"That's good."

She rolled to the edge of the bed, rubbed his arm gently, her eyes full of affection, and nodded obediently.

This delicate, soft and well-behaved girl looks like she is easy to bully.

Lin Zheng almost couldn't help his manly nature.

He quickly closed his eyes and said two words dryly:

"Sleep."

In the moonlight, his face facing her was blurred into a shadow.

But every inch of the outline where it intersected with the moonlight was familiar to her.

Jingzhi stared at it infatuatedly, unable to take his eyes off it.

Another obedient "Yeah."

Lin Zheng's heart suddenly softened.

He slightly retracted his outstretched arm and gently touched the back of her head.

……

One person watched it for half the night.

One person comforted her for half the night.

Neither of them knew when they fell asleep.

Sensing a familiar scent, the woman began to swing her arms and legs around while she was sleeping.

The moment when the early sun pierces through the fog and shines into the windowsill.

After a good night's sleep without any dreams, Lin Zheng breathed a sigh of satisfaction and slowly opened his eyes.

His posture didn't change much, he was lying flat on his back.

Jingzhi's hands, which were originally curled up in front of her chest, now had one hand on his chest and the other hand behind his waist.

Her right leg was resting on his waist, and the toe of her other foot was twisted and hidden between his calves.

Lin Zheng was a little amused.

How did she sleep herself into this twisted state?

The hand on his back was numb.

The nightgown on her body had been rubbed askew by her and could not cover much at all.

Lin Zheng didn't dare to look around at all.

He stared at the lampshade on the ceiling, held his breath, stretched one foot slightly toward the wall, then slightly straightened his waist and moved his hips inward, which was embarrassing in the early morning.

As soon as she rescued her red hand from being pressed, she nervously grabbed his collar with the hand that was on his chest.

When she woke up in the morning, her soft voice became a little hoarse, but with a different kind of sexiness:

"Where are you going? It's still early and today is Sunday."