Teach the villain to be a man again

And when Xie Jue staggered his body and saw the tears on Song Zhu's face, his whole body tensed up.

He stretched out his hand and patted Song Zhu's back cautiously, calling softly.

"Okay, it's okay, Song Zhu, don't cry, I'm here."

Song Zhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after Xie Jue maintained this movement for 5 minutes, Song Zhu woke up.

There was still fear in his eyes that had not dissipated.

Xie Jue gently lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against Song Zhu's.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

He suddenly remembered that Song's mother once said that if a person has a nightmare and is frightened, he should gently rub that person's earlobe and call him by name.

Xie Jue had always sneered at these words, but at this time, without any hesitation, he reached out and touched Song Zhu's earlobe.

"Okay, Song Zhu, it's okay, it's really okay, it's just a nightmare, I'm always by your side."

Song Zhu just looked at him like this, the distance between the two of them was so close that sometimes their eyelashes could even touch each other.

Song Zhu opened his mouth, and lightly licked his chapped lower lip.

"Why do you still call me by my first name and surname at this time?"

Hearing this, Xie Jue finally confirmed that Song Zhu had come out of that nightmare.

"At this moment, do you still think about this question? Because in this way, your name can be engraved in my heart."

Even when Xie Jue said this at this time, his face was still serious.

It seems that Xie Jue will be very serious every time he says these relevant words to himself, no matter what the situation is, every time.

Song Zhu breathed out lightly, it was just a dream.

"You're so nasty." She said with some disgust, but the tears in the corner of her eyes slid down the bridge of her nose to the other eye.

"No matter how nasty you are, it's not nasty, anyway, you like to hear these words."

Xie Jue suddenly leveled Song Zhu's body and attached himself to it. He kissed all the tears on her face like he was treating a treasure.

"Then do you want to tell me a love story every morning?"

"No."

This time Xie Jue denied it without the slightest hesitation.

"Why, I'm so pitiful today, I'm crying, why don't you agree?"

"This kind of thing will only be cherished if you give it less. If you say it every day, it won't have that freshness."

Afraid of pressing Song Zhu, Xie Jue, like Song Zhu, lay flat on the bed after finishing his own work.

"Have you slowed down?"

"Slow down, can I not slow down with you here?"

Song Zhu tilted his head, staring closely at Xie Jue's side face, and Xie Jue seemed to have a tacit understanding with him, and didn't turn around.

Feeling the itchy hair on her forehead, Song Zhu raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, but when she raised her hand and Song Zhu saw her sleeves, she muttered in a low voice with some doubts.

"Hey, I remember that I didn't change my pajamas last night, did I have a nightmare and my brain is not working?"

Her whispering, of course, couldn't help with the extremely close distance between the two of them.

Xie Jue was also at the side to help her solve this puzzle.

"I changed your clothes for you."

"No way, you beast, you are asking, when you are sleeping, you still..."

"What are you thinking?" Xie Jue slapped Song Zhu's forehead with a backhand.

"I'm a gentleman, Juezi, and I don't have any evil thoughts." He said this a little unnaturally, and Song Zhu was naturally very different.

She also suddenly rolled over on Xie Jue's body.

He lowered his head to Xie Jue's ear and asked softly. "Are you sure there is no reaction? Is it because I am not attractive enough?"

The exhaled air sprayed on Xie Jue's somewhat sensitive ears, from the neck up, Xie Jue's entire face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah, I don't think you are what you said."

Looking at the man under him who reacted to his actions, Song Zhu immediately felt happy.

"Let me just say, you must have reacted, otherwise you wouldn't like me."

"Don't talk nonsense, can you talk nonsense?" Xie Jue's voice was a little low.

Song Zhu felt that he hadn't teased enough, staring at the rest of Xie Jue, suddenly stepped back, and lightly bit Xie Jue's Adam's apple.

At this moment, Song Zhu really felt that he was being pushed by something hard.

Of course she knew what it was, and she rubbed it on purpose.

"Didn't you say there was no response?"

"Did you sleep too much yesterday and don't want to get up?"

"Yes." Song Zhu drew a long voice, and inserted his hands into Xie Jue's hair.

"Do you want a child?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhu was hugged by Xie Jue and turned around in a circle.

The man said viciously, "Mother-in-law, you will be happy with what the two of us have done!"

When Song Zhu got up again, it was already two hours later. She touched her sore waist, and secretly made a note in her heart that she would definitely not do this thing early in the morning. I don't want to get up, I want to go back to sleep, her mother, I don't know what the two of them are doing.

"Shall I help you take a shower?"

"Farewell, I'm afraid I'm even more sour than now, I'll go alone, you stay here, don't come with me."

Song Zhu glared at the contented Xie Jue on the bed, then ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, and locked the door behind him.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Xie Jue pondered for a moment, did he make too much noise?

But it was just a moment of contemplation. In order for the two of them to have a little girl as soon as possible, he still needs to make persistent efforts.

It was already 10:00 in the morning when the two of them left the room. As soon as they went out, I saw Song's mother sitting in the living room looking at the two of them with a smile on her face.

Song Zhu felt a little hairy after watching it.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Okay, what are you pretending to be in front of mom? Don't you know the two of you yet? Hurry up, mom has prepared a very nutritious breakfast for the two of you, but don't be too hasty. Come back after one month of pregnancy, maybe It will be better."

Now even Xie Jue's face became thicker.

Song Zhu could only hide his panic with an awkward smile, and dragged Xie Jue to the dining table to sit down.

On the table is wolfberry yam porridge.

From the appearance of the porridge, you can tell that Song's mother should have boiled it for a long time.

"Mom, what should we eat for lunch today?"

"I'll know when the time comes. Why do you ask? It's enough for the two of you to drink two bowls of porridge each. This bowl is too small."