Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was stunned in an instant. She never knew that a man could look so good when he laughed, so that she didn't know what adjectives to use to describe him.

She muttered subconsciously, "Shemales are not as pretty as you."

Shi Yuhan's face sank, his eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

Song Qinghuan was taken aback, looked at his deep eyes, curled his lips and dared not say another word, fearing being treated inhumanely: "I didn't say anything, then what, what do you want? I copied that thing all night. ,really tired."

Shi Yu chuckled: "I fell asleep before twelve o'clock. This is called a night of copying. You can really say it when you arrive."

Song Qinghuan stared at him silently, but thought bitterly in his heart, one day he became rich and rich, rich and rich than he was when he was cold, and more importantly, he was still powerful and powerful. She pointed out that no one dared to go west.

When the time comes, she must find a bunch of names, let Shi Yuhan copy it for ten days and ten nights, and don't allow one minute to rest, then it will see how crazy he is.

"Go to sleep, it's so wide over there." Shi Yuhan suddenly let go of her, but then opened her quilt and lay in.

"...What are you going to do?" Song Qinghuan was startled, and instantly became frantic.

Just about to jump out of the bed and sit up, Yuhan suddenly turned around, clasped her with her long arms, pulled her to lie beside him, and at the same time held her with his hands and feet to prevent her from moving halfway.

And he said domineeringly: "It's cold, and the quilt is cold at first bed. From tonight, you are responsible for warming my bed."

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in shock, thinking that her ears had been hearing hallucinations.

She was already so angry that she couldn't speak, and she would only struggle with her body instinctively, but what she never expected was that Shi Yuhan actually raised her hand and patted her ass, "Sleep, don't move."

Song Qinghuan really didn't dare to move anymore, she could hear the majesty in Shi Yuhan's tone very clearly.

The heartbeat was so fierce that Song Qinghuan couldn't believe that when she was protected from the cold, she would actually run to her bed to sleep with her.

Is it really just because winter is here and the quilt is too cold when you first go to bed?

Song Qinghuan froze, hardened his emotions, wanted to resist him and said something, but his mouth moved, after all, he said nothing.

After all, Shi Yuhan is a normal man. There has been no woman around him, and his desire has never been relieved normally. What if he suddenly gets up.

He was not unheard of. The last time she was drunk, he did not kill her. She didn't remember the process at all, but she was inexplicably frightened when she only thought of this.

However, it is really painful to share the same bed with Shi Yuhan so clearly.

After a while, the man lying next to her was already asleep, but the tired Song Qinghuan was not a little sleepy, his heart was mixed, and his tight nerves became more tense.

After the tension was over, it was even more exhausted, and finally Song Qinghuan couldn't resist it and fell asleep.

That night, Song Qinghuan had a dream, a spring|dream, dreaming of a naked man lying on her bed, that man was just in time to keep out the cold.

He looked at her with his arms folded, his face was full of fear, and looked at her in horror: "What do you want to do? Don't come over, don't mess around!"

And she stood by the bed and smiled wildly, like an ancient bully: "Little beauty, don't be afraid, Lord, I will be gentle."

(PS: Don’t worry about eating meat. You can’t eat meat for the sake of the net. If you are not sure about your heart, you will be happy. That is not the character of the cold, it is too unreasonable.)