The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

He knelt on one knee on the bed, came over and pinched her cheek.

Seeing her nodding, he took the cigarettes and matches from the bedside cabinet.

He stopped by to smoke.

She had been fooling around with him in the bathroom for a long time, and now she felt no sleepiness.

I got up from the bed, went to pick a book from the shelf next to me, and read while wiping my hair.

Shen Yu Qingkong was good at calligraphy, but not good at reading. He didn't have much leisure and time to sit down and read. This was added later.

Song Huiyi was not good at handicrafts, so he usually read books to pass the time.

He was good at observation. He would remember everything she looked at twice or touched twice.

So every time I come here, more new items will be added here.

She has been reading travelogues lately.

Wang Muzhou was often away from Nancheng. He went out to travel and published many travel notes containing his experiences.

The book in her hand is called "Ship".

This book tells the story of Wang Muzhou's twenty days of going to the north and going back and forth by boat for more than [-] days.

Just what I saw on the boat.

The scenery seen on the boat, the wind and waves encountered, the lifestyles of the rich and poor... She had seen and experienced these, but she had never discovered them from such a novel perspective.

Song Huiyi watched it with gusto.

When Shen Yuqing came back, he saw that she was so absorbed in her book that she didn't even react when he came in.

She leaned against the soft leather headboard, with a soft pillow behind her, and looked at it carefully.

"Why are you so fascinated?" Shen Yuqing climbed onto the bed and hugged her.

He kissed her cheek.

Song Huiyi smiled, tilted his head and placed a kiss on his face, and then said, "It's a travel note written by Brother Mu Zhou."

"Beauty's Travels?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" She glared at him, "This is a serious thing written by someone."

"Why is it inappropriate to write about beauties?" He said, "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the River Continent. A fair lady, a gentleman is so good! This is something passed down from our ancestors!"

Song Huiyi complained: "That's your ancestor, you only have love in your mind."

"I still have Hui Yi in my head." He said, licking his face.

"I don't want to hear it," she said.

He laughed softly, but then heard her say, "I envy Brother Mu Zhou, who is so leisurely and comfortable. He is on the road every day, and can see the beautiful rivers and mountains, and taste delicious food from all over the world."

"Brother Mu Zhou." Shen Yuqing raised his hand and hooked her chin.

In addition to the refreshing smell of cigarettes, his hands also contained some other familiar smells, "You still hang out with him, why don't you know you're thinking of me?"

He doesn't have much jealousy.

Wang Muzhou had no friendship with Song Huiyi and only regarded her as his sister, and Song Huiyi would not like someone like Wang Muzhou.

Shen Yuqing is not a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong.

Of course Song Huiyi belongs to him alone, but he should also have his own network of contacts.

He leads troops to fight and is good at frontline warfare and rear military tactics. She didn't understand. The two of them couldn't talk much in this regard.

If she was curious and wanted to understand, he was willing to patiently explain it to her.

Song Huiyi was educated and well-read poetry and books, but Shen Yuqing could not compare with her in this aspect. Ask him to talk to her about the past and the present, and he can't tell the difference.

He wouldn't stop her from socializing with other people.

He knew Song Huiyi.

She is very stubborn when it comes to relationships.

He had gone too far in the past, always forcing her and making her feel powerless. She seemed to have no way to escape, but in fact it was him who was constantly cooperating with her.

Unknowingly, I fell into it.

She doesn't let go of rabbits, and she won't cause trouble for him.

What's more, after meeting such a good man like him, how could anyone else fall in her eyes?

Shen Yuqing has this confidence.

Song Huiyi heard his teasing and imitated his behavior, twitching his chin: "Are you the roundworm in my belly? Do you know that I don't miss you?"

He smiled and made a pun: "What do you have that I can't see?"

She elbowed him.

"Why were you gone so long?" she asked him.

She was immersed in it and didn't pay attention to her surroundings, but she could roughly guess the time he left from the number of pages she turned.

One phone call and two cigarettes wouldn't have lasted this long.

He didn't speak.

Just got up.

Soon, she smelled the strong smell of ginger.

A bowl of ginger soup was brought to her, and she suddenly remembered the smell she had just smelled on his fingertips.

There was also the spicy taste of ginger on his fingers.

The warmth in my heart is rolling around my internal organs: "Did you cook the ginger soup?"

"It snowed a bit in the afternoon, so I played and rolled around outside. I wanted to drink some ginger soup to avoid catching a cold," he said.

Song Huiyi took it.

Ginger soup is still piping hot after being left for a while, so drink it while it's hot to exert its effect.

He looked at her with burning eyes.

Before drinking, Song Huiyi couldn't help but ask: "Has your ginger been washed?"

No wonder she thought too much.

Shen Yuqing didn't know how to cook and only had experience in surviving in the wild. It was very likely that he would just break the ginger in half and throw it into the water.

Don't be afraid that the cold will drive you away, but it will make you feel sick to your stomach.

Then he asked curiously, "How much ginger did you put in this small bowl of ginger soup?"

Hearing this, he laughed.

He raised his hand and knocked twice on the top of her head unceremoniously.

"Put in ten pieces of ginger, I'm counting! Mrs. Huang watched me make it and won't let you have a stomachache!"

He urged her, "Hurry up, it won't work if you drink it when it's cold!"

Song Huiyi was relieved.

She drank half of it.

She was originally nestled in the quilt, and her hands and feet were already warm.

After half a bowl of ginger soup, my whole body felt hot, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on my forehead.

She handed the bowl to him: "You drink too."

"It's all yours." Shen Yuqing pushed the bowl back, "I'm in very good health. I won't get sick even if I sleep naked in the snow all night!"

He took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

After watching Song Huiyi drink up the remaining half of the bowl, he took the bowl from her hand.

The smell of ginger was a bit strong, so he sent the bowl back to the kitchen.

Soon, he came back and got into bed.

Song Huiyi was still reading a book while leaning on the soft leather headboard.

He lay on his back, turned sideways, and hugged her waist.

He rubbed his cheek against her waist, then raised his head to look at her immersed in it: "Does it look good like this?"

"It's beautiful. There are many things in it that I have never understood before."

She said, "When we are free in the future, we will also travel to China's great rivers and mountains. See all the scenery and taste all the delicious food in the world."

"You want to go out to play, we will go out tomorrow."

"Really?" Song Huiyi's face was filled with joy.

Then he thought about something again and hesitated a little, "There are a lot of things going on these days, not to mention that we have to perform in an opera in three days, and we have no time..."

"That will also happen in three days."

He interrupted her.

He changed his posture and looked at her with his chin propped up, "Why don't we go to Hangzhou? Nancheng is only a three- or four-hour drive away. We can arrive before noon if we leave in the morning."

Saying this evoked thoughts in her heart.

She wants to go.

When their eyes met, Shen Yuqing smiled clearly, knowing that she could no longer hold it in any longer.