In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe rubbed his sore neck and shook his head: "It's not necessary, you will get used to it after a long time.

You are not a tough guy, so you have to solicit any job from yourself. "

Cheng Qianhuai opened his mouth to say something, but she reached out and covered his mouth: "Stop this topic and eat.

After eating, go back and take a nap. From now on, you will have to sleep during the day and wake up at night. We both need to adapt to this process. "

Cheng Qianhuai knew he couldn't defeat her, so he shrugged and picked up a steamed dumpling for her and said nothing more.

The outdoor temperature is still not low. Four of the people who signed up to clean the streets have lost their ability to move. The remaining few did not give up this opportunity. Although they were terribly sleepy, they still went out to work.

The remaining survivors are either resting at home, or taking turns patrolling or loosening soil and fertilizing. Everyone has their own things to do.

Song Jinhe was lying at home with no interest in going out. He was feeling sleepy on the sofa, but was picked up by Cheng Qianhuai and placed directly on the bed in the master bedroom.

This startled her, and she carefully pulled off her pajamas and looked at him warily.

"What are you doing?"

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her like she was facing a formidable enemy, and he helplessly reached out and poked her little head.

"What are you thinking about in your little head? I said I won't force you. Don't guard me like a wolf."

Song Jinhe rubbed his head in embarrassment, looked away, and dug his toes into the bed in embarrassment.

"I was afraid that you would fall asleep on the sofa, and the sofa is not as comfortable as the bed in the bedroom, so I brought you here."

Cheng Qianhuai squeezed to her side very naturally, took her into his arms, and spoke close to her ear: "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. I have been too busy recently, and you haven't been close to me for a long time."

Song Jinhe raised his eyes to look at her, put his hand on his chest, and forcefully opened the distance between them.

"You just said you shouldn't let me guard you like a wolf. Do you think this is possible?"

Cheng Qianhuai pulled her close, and the two of them pressed together tightly, transmitting each other's body temperature through the thin material of their clothes.

"Impossible, because in my eyes, nothing is more tempting than you."

He leaned over to control her, pressed her slender wrists against the head of the bed, and kissed her hard.

The two were entangled with each other and attacked each other's city. In the end, Song Jinhe was the first to be defeated.

"stop."

She gasped for breath and tilted her head up to avoid it, but those tiny kisses kept moving down her lips.

The neck was bitten carefully by him, and red marks suddenly appeared on the lingering areas, and there were also some mottled marks on the bones.

Song Jinhe's body was trembling a little, and his breath was too hot, with a hint of something that could not be rejected, which always made her feel inexplicably scared.

"Cheng Qianhuai, that's enough."

She tried hard to free her wrist from the shackles, but she couldn't shake him at all. He even forced some strength on her, leaving no room for movement.

"Ah He, don't be afraid, don't reject me, okay?"

Cheng Qianhuai raised his hand and caressed her blushing face. This face was what he thought about day and night, and had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Being under the same roof with her, every minute and every second was testing his endurance.

Song Jinhe looked at his red lips and pleading eyes, and sighed helplessly.

Cheng Qianhuai always looked like this, staring at her with those pitiful eyes, as if it was a sin for her to refuse.

She used her hands hard, and she saw him narrowing his eyes in sadness and gently letting go of his hands.

"I know I'm going too far, but, well..."

Before Cheng Qianhuai finished speaking, his lips were suddenly blocked. Song Jinhe turned over and sat on his waist, with messy hair hanging on his smooth shoulders, and a watery look in his eyes.

She pulled up the hem of his black short sleeves and gently lifted them up. Her hands with slightly cold fingertips reached in unceremoniously and carefully traced the shape of his abdominal muscles.

"Eight yuan, Comrade Xiao Cheng doesn't exercise less, right?"

Song Jinhe's eyes were slightly bent, and his hands kept lighting fire on his body, which actually made his earlobes red as if they were about to drip blood, and his body temperature became even more burning.

"Are you satisfied?"

He raised his hand and gently held her waist, leading her down, groaning a little unbearably.

"Everything about me is yours, you can do whatever you want."

Song Jinhe felt the obvious heat in that area and was slightly repelled, but he was still fascinated by Cheng Qianhuai's face that was different from usual.

He is a male seductress, and now he is deliberately trying to seduce her. He deliberately makes many accents, but it really works.

She really took the bait.

"Cheng Qianhuai, you're not like this usually. Aren't you a cold and handsome guy? Do people who know you know that you still have this face?"

Song Jinhe moved his fingertips slightly, feeling his body being moved by her, and his heart was beating for her.

With the man in front of her, everything was under her control, which felt really good.

"It's good that you know that as long as you like, I can be cool or a monster.

Ah He, my goal has always been very clear, you are the person I will chase hard all my life. "

Song Jinhe reached out and lifted his chin: "You are quite good at talking about love. Your mouth is quite sweet."

The man who was pressed beneath him breathed rapidly for a moment, looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes, reached out his hand and gently hooked her fingertips.

"Only sweet to you."

Song Jinhe gently raised his hand and rubbed his face, with a hint of flattery in his tone: "Do you want me to help you? Cheng Qianhuai."

After saying that, she reached her hand behind her and felt the man's body suddenly stiffen, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger.

Cheng Qianhuai swallowed nervously, and unbearably retracted his hands to cover his face, breathing rapidly but not saying a word.

Song Jinhe didn't need his answer, and she didn't want him to feel so uncomfortable all the time.

……

Cheng Qianhuai carefully washed her hands like a cooked shrimp. Looking at her white and red fingertips, his face turned redder when he thought of what had just happened.

"Cheng Qianhuai, my hands are sore."

Song Jinhe raised his foot and kicked him. He frowned and tried to take his hand back, but he held him firmly in place and continued rinsing.

"It's too dirty, don't move."

His earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed: "You can stop if you are tired. You don't have to look after me."

"If I stopped halfway, wouldn't it make you feel more uncomfortable? As my girlfriend, I still have to consider your feelings."

She winked at him playfully, looking in a good mood.

Listening to her words, Cheng Qianhuai almost exploded on the spot, and he reached out helplessly to cover her mouth.

"Stop talking."

Seeing his aggrieved and shy look, Song Jinhe became more and more interested in teasing him.

"What? Don't you like it? If you don't like it, then..."

Before she finished speaking, Cheng Qianhuai leaned over and kissed her.

After the kiss, he took half a step back and looked into her bright eyes with some confusion.

"I like it, I like it very much, but I don't want you to compromise yourself to cater to me."