After marrying a vegetative boss

Baiyao didn't sleep honestly.

The eyes were closed on the fair face, and the light-colored lips were slightly opened and closed, but the hands had already involuntarily started to push down the cotton-padded jacket, and as soon as he turned over, the cotton-padded jacket was pushed and kicked and fell to the ground.

The heating was on in the room, but it was also a little cold. He unconsciously began to search for shelter, and finally reached his little hand on the quilt next to him.

The sleeping person showed a satisfied smile, and began to pull the quilt on himself.

In the darkness, Feng Zhuojun, who felt something moving on his body, suddenly opened his cold eyes.

This time, he finally felt that he had complete control over his body, and he truly left that cold and lonely place of death in hell.

Bai Yao pulled a corner of the quilt to cover her body, and became more honest.

The shallow light made Baiyao's soft features look even more gentle, Feng Zhuojun couldn't help but twitched his lips, stretched out his arms, and hugged Baiyao into his arms.

Feeling the movement, Baiyao opened his eyes in a daze.

Feng Zhuojun's voice was soft and bewitching: "Hey, sleep well."

It's really soft to embrace the lovely and lovely person in his arms.

During the few days when Baiyao didn't paint him, Feng Zhuojun actually thought a lot.

He has never been a person who likes to escape, so when he found that his mind was full of white medicine in his spare time, he realized that something was wrong with him.

That is not a desire for the outside world, but a thirst for a person's thoughts, and a madness.

This kind of strong attraction beyond normal emotional ties, Feng Zhuojun thought, he seems to like Baiyao.

Although this kind of liking does not go deep into the soul, it is unique to him.He had never wanted to know and explore a person so much, and at the first sight of meeting, what he subconsciously thought was that he wanted to pull Baiyao into his arms, so he really did.

Hearing the sound of Bai Yao's even sound sleep, Feng Zhuojun suddenly had a more urgent idea to kiss him secretly.

The night was quiet, Feng Zhuojun's hand rested on Baiyao's waist, through a thin layer of clothes, he suddenly felt a little hot.

Fortunately, he is also a person with strong self-control. After hugging Baiyao tighter, Feng Zhuojun closed his eyes again.

Early in the morning, Baiyao's biological clock woke him up on time, but he met a pair of searching eyes.

Feng Zhuojun's eyes are like a fox's. The inner corners of the eyes are finely lined, slightly hooked downwards, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised. The amber pupils are like a pool of deep water, with an unpredictable light rippling slightly inside.

Looking directly at such a pair of eyes, Bai Yao was also stunned for a moment.

"Morning, morning."

He came back to his senses slowly, and greeted Feng Zhuojun stiffly.

There was a smile in the corner of Feng Zhuojun's eyes: "Morning."

Bai Yao could no longer perceive the expression on his face at this moment, like a puppet who suddenly lost his soul, he climbed out of the bed in a daze by relying on his physical instinct.

The heating in the room is sufficient. Although it is winter, he is only wearing a half-sleeved shirt, revealing his white and tender slender arms.

Rubbing unconsciously on Feng Zhuojun's chest all night, his hair was messy like a teddy.With innocent eyes open, he softly asked Feng Zhuojun: "Do you want some water?"

After not speaking for a long time, Feng Zhuojun's voice was a little dry, but it had a different kind of charm. He suppressed his voice: "I'm a little thirsty."

After finding an excuse, Baiyao walked out of the ward with a water cup in her hand, her hurried steps seemed to be running away.