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Shen Mingchu spread his arms.

Zhao Yimian got up from the chair, stepped on her short legs, and crashed into her arms.

This is their first embrace today by Zhao Yimian.

Zhao Yimian, who didn't have much impression of marriage, suddenly felt that it was great to get married.

The days with a wife are so sweet.

Just when Shen Mingchu was wondering how long this hug would last, after a while, I heard Zhao Yimian laughing in her arms, "The doctor said that I have a bad stomach and need to eat soft food. I didn't expect that I would complete the doctor's order so quickly." gone."

Shen Mingchu couldn't laugh or cry, she really couldn't do anything about this little joke.

"Have you finished writing today's manuscript? I warmed up milk for you, drink it while it's hot, wash up and go to bed after finishing writing."

"I'm done writing, I'm going to bed early and get up early, and I'll torture that scumbag to death tomorrow."

Saying that, without saying a word, she took the glass that Shen Mingchu handed over, picked up the milk and poured it into her mouth, gulping and drinking very fast, she smacked her lips after drinking, tasted it, and asked suspiciously : "What kind of milk is this? Why doesn't it taste like milk?"

"This is goat's milk. Have you forgotten that you are intolerant to cow's milk? The thing about diarrhea after drinking milk?"

Zhao Yimian's eyes widened, showing a surprised expression, "You, how do you know?"

Shen Mingchu pretended to be mysterious to her, "Guess."

Zhao Yimian put the cup on the table, grabbed her collar, deliberately made a fierce look, and asked: "Be honest, have you installed a peeping device beside me, otherwise how do I feel that I am in front of you?" No secrets at all?"

Shen Mingchu looked at her milky beard, and she still had a vicious and trembling look, and tried hard to control the muscles on her face, so she couldn't laugh out loud. She stretched out her hand to scrape off the milk stains around Zhao Yimian's mouth, saying meaningfully : "I've been plotting against you for a long time, did you just find out?"

Zhao Yimian's face turned red instantly.

……

Shen Mingchu's degree of surprise really made Zhao Yimian amazed.

It can be seen from the toiletries.

When she was sorting out the list before, she only glanced at it to make sure that everything she needed was there, so she didn't look at it carefully.

Now that I use it myself, I realize that from the shape of the toothbrush, the taste of the toothpaste, to the type of facial cleanser that is suitable for her skin, they are all her favorites and suitable for her use—Zhao Yimian really believes that Shen Mingchu has plotted against her for a long time. That's it, if you don't know her well enough, how can you do every detail so well?

Once or twice, it can be explained by coincidence, but Zhao Yimian himself doesn't believe it anymore.

She was brushing her teeth, but she still couldn't hold back her curiosity. Stepping on her slippers, she ran to the kitchen and asked Shen Mingchu who was washing the cups, "Did we know each other before?"

Shen Mingchu asked her back, "Why do you think so?"

Zhao Yimian frowned, and said seriously: "I just feel...just feel...you seem to be very familiar with me."

Shen Mingchu smiled and said to her: "Have you forgotten the days when we played together when we were young?"

Zhao Yimian said: "How long ago did that happen? I don't even remember it, how could you still remember it so clearly. Besides, the things I like when I was young are not necessarily the same as now!"

Shen Mingchu blinked at her, "Don't forget, I'm still someone's cousin."

Zhao Yimian suddenly felt that she had realized it, "Okay! The traitor Shen Eel dared to betray me! See if I don't make her into eel rice and eat her!"

In her little mind, she never thought at all that the two of them got married today, how early Shen Manyu would have to start betraying her, so that every decoration and every detail of this house is just right and perfectly fits her. Mind.

Zhao Yimian took a shower in the big bathroom, and the shower gel Shen Mingchu bought smelled good. She dawdled for a long time, and when she finished washing and entered the bedroom, Shen Mingchu, who had finished washing the cups and tidying up the kitchen, had already finished washing in the master bedroom bathroom and changed into pajamas Lying in bed, reading a book with glasses on.

Hearing footsteps, she raised her head and asked, "Did your hair dry?"

Her tone was so natural, just like when Zhao Yimian got along with her roommates when she lived in the university, so that even though they were in the same room and would soon sleep on the same bed, Zhao Yimian didn't feel that it was annoying. What a strange thing.

Shen Mingchu, who had changed into a white pajamas and wore glasses with thin frames, had an indescribable taste. Zhao Yimian couldn't help but take a few more glances. The light from the reading lamp shone on her head, illuminating her delicate body. Outline, this scene looks a bit like a shot deliberately shot by the director in a literary film.

She couldn't help but grabbed her hair, "Dry it, the shampoo you bought is very good, very comfortable, and smells good."

"Really? I'll smell it." Saying that, Shen Mingchu put down the book, leaned between Zhao Yimian's neck, took a breath, and there was a smile in her voice, "Well, it's very fragrant."

I don't know if they are talking about shampoo or Zhao Yimian.

Zhao Yimian didn't pay attention to her action at first. When reading, everyone would go up to smell whoever used good-smelling shampoo. However, this time, her gaze involuntarily fell on the inside of Shen Mingchu's clothes, covered by a piece of white snow. I was deeply attracted, and couldn't take my eyes off for a long time.

"Does it look good?" A joking voice rang in his ear.

"It's so white..." she murmured.

As soon as the words came out, I realized what shameful thing I had done.

"No, I mean it's big—"

...grass, a plant.

The explanation is not clear!

Shen Mingchu didn't try to seduce him, instead he straightened his loose pajamas naturally, sat down again, looked at Zhao Yimian who was blushing and didn't know where to look, and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's go to sleep .”

Zhao Yimian looked at her secretly, and found that after she put the book on the shelf of the bedside table, she closed her eyes and lay down, without mentioning what happened just now, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, quickly lifted the quilt, and lay down .

The air conditioner in the room and the thickness of the quilt were just right for Zhao Yimian, but after lying down for a while, there was a scorching temperature coming from not far away—it was Shen Mingchu's body temperature.

Zhao Yimian's heart suddenly became chaotic.

From the time she got married in the afternoon to now, she felt like she was dreaming.

Meeting parents, living together, getting married...

All these steps that should have been completed in at least half a year, perhaps only in a dream, were disrupted and completed in less than twelve hours.

Maybe when she wakes up, she will find that she is throwing herself on the desk at home, with her unfinished manuscript in front of her, and there is less than one minute left before the last update time of full attendance.

"Can't sleep?"

Shen Mingchu spoke with a nasal voice.

Zhao Yimian, who was tossing and turning in fright, immediately didn't dare to move, her body stiffened and said: "No, go to sleep."

There was a rustling sound nearby.

After a while, she heard Shen Mingchu's footsteps.

"wait for me a while."

What are you waiting for?

Zhao Yimian was puzzled.

After a while, Shen Mingchu walked in through the door of the master bedroom again. Zhao Yimian heard a click. The reading light on her side was turned on, and it was on the lowest setting. The light was dim and not dazzling. She sat up and saw Shen Mingchu sat down beside her bed, and put a glass of water in her hand. She held the glass stupidly, watching Shen Mingchu bend down, and took out a box of medicine from the drawer of the bedside table.

"Melatonin, take it." Shen Mingchu's tone was flat, and he poured out a medicine and handed it to Zhao Yimian.

Zhao Yimian took the pill, and said in surprise, "How do you know I'm taking this medicine?"

"People who write things are like this. Among the screenwriters I know, nine out of ten rely on this to sleep, and there is one whose work and rest are so chaotic that even taking medicine can't save it."

Zhao Yimian burst out laughing, she didn't say she couldn't sleep, she wasn't thinking about the manuscript, but thinking about something related to her, she threw the pill into her mouth and gulped it down with water.

Shen Mingchu took the cup she drank from and put it a little further away, then kissed her on the forehead, turned off the light, walked back to the side where he was sleeping, and said to her, "Go to sleep."

Zhao Yimian lay down. This time, she felt an arm that seemed to be placed next to her head. She raised her neck subconsciously, and Shen Mingchu stretched her hand in. Then, with the other hand, gently Surround her.

Zhao Yimian hesitated for a moment, reached out and grabbed the corner of her pajamas.

Few people know that Zhao Yimian actually likes this kind of feeling of being hugged, which makes her feel an indescribable sense of security. Shen Mingchu's body temperature and breath wrap her layer by layer, and the effect of melatonin gradually floods her heart. His thoughts faded unconsciously, Zhao Yimian closed his eyes, leaned against Shen Mingchu's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Zhao Yimian slept until eight o'clock in the morning.

This sleep, it can be said that I was refreshed and stretched all over.

She closed her eyes and stretched, hugged the quilt and smashed her mouth, reached out to find her mobile phone, squinted her eyes to see what time it is, and then decided whether to sit and read a novel or get up and order takeaway ——As for Ms. Song?She has a little boyfriend who eats three loving meals a day, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong.

The visible room is too clean and tidy.

It was completely different from her room that Ms. Song described as a doghouse.

She woke up all of a sudden, sat on the bed, looked at the surrounding scene, and was in a daze for a while.

So... hasn't she woke up from her dream?

Zhao Yimian suddenly reached out and pinched herself forcefully.

"Hey, it hurts!"

This dream is too real, right?

"Pfft—" A laugh came from behind, "Mianmian, is this the latest version of sober fuck?"

Zhao Yimian turned her head, and saw a woman standing at the door in house clothes with her arms crossed.

Black curly hair shawl, brown eyes full of smiles, it is obviously an ordinary and no longer ordinary white home clothes, but it makes her figure tall and slender.

This scene made Zhao Yimian dazed for a moment.

She called out, "Ah Chu?"

Shen Mingchu didn't notice Zhao Yimian's strangeness, she walked over, kissed the little girl on the head, and said softly: "Good morning."

too familiar.

"Wait, wait!" It was supposed to be a shy scene, but Zhao Yimian suddenly shouted to stop, "I've seen it before, I think I've seen this scene somewhere, it's too familiar, too familiar!"

Shen Mingchu's eyes changed slightly, and just when she thought Zhao Yimian was thinking of something, she saw her slap her thigh and said with great excitement: "Foretelling dreams, I must have had similar foretelling dreams, hahaha, so I turned out to be so early I knew that I would be with you, it seems that we are really a destined couple!"

Shen Mingchu: "..."

Her face was full of helplessness, and while she breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt somewhat inexplicably lost.

"You..."

She seemed angry and resentful.

This fool!