Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

The night is getting darker.

In Su Qing's room.

The ice flowers on the glass windows glowed faintly blue in the moonlight, and the soft footsteps of the first snow were tapping gently on the window frames.

Mahiru sat stiffly on the edge of the bed as if she was cast under a spell, her hands folded neatly on her knees, her light apricot coral fleece pajamas wrapped around her thin shoulders.

How to do how to do!

What should I do when I spend the night at my boyfriend's house for the first time?

Mahiru felt her mind was in a mess and she completely lost the ability to think.

Ah...and they are increasingly looking like a newlywed couple living together.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door hinge turning, and Mahiru trembled slightly unconsciously.

"Have a cup of hot milk? It might help you sleep."

As Su Qing placed the mug on the bedside table, he caught a glimpse of Mahiru's toes curled into the shape of shells in her fuzzy socks.

The moment she reached out to take the milk, their little fingers briefly touched at the handle of the cup, and Mahiru's eyelashes immediately fluttered in panic.

"Thank you, thank you."

Mahiru lowered her head, holding the mug, staring at her reflection in the milk, and felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so she decided to say something.

"You, your bed is so soft..."

"What are you talking about?" Su Qing was stunned and asked helplessly, "The beds in your house and mine should be the supporting facilities of this apartment."

"makes sense!"

Mahiru suddenly raised her voice a little, and the blush on the tips of her ears spread all the way to her collarbone.

As I hurriedly sipped the milk, the soft cry from the burned tip of my tongue was particularly clear in the silence.

"Are you nervous?" Su Qing asked.

"Hmm... maybe a little?" Amid the subtle hum of the heater, Mahiru raised her head slightly, her hair brushing against the scalding edge of the cup, and said sheepishly, "After all, this is my first time staying overnight at a boy's house..."

"It's still not too late to go back now." Su Qing joked.

"I don't want to go back!" Mahiru raised her head suddenly, with a citrus-colored vortex, and looked at Su Qing with awkward eyes, "We've already come here, it's not good to back out.

And you are a coward tonight, I am here to keep you company!"

Ah...it turns out she is still insisting on this setting.

Su Qing was amused by the girl's cuteness, so he thought for a moment and said:

"Would you like me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"Hey, even kindergarten kids don't listen to bedtime stories anymore, right?" Mahiru deliberately put on a stern face, but her eyes lit up.

"Do you want to listen?" Su Qing asked.

"want!"

Mahiru nodded, her expression expectant.

"Well...once upon a time there was a short-sighted squirrel. It always felt that there were glowing pine cones hidden in the forest." Su Qing began to tell his little story.

Mahiru's fingertips unconsciously drew circles on the rim of the cup. She asked curiously, "Did it find it?"

"One winter, it found a golden treasure in the hole of an oak tree."

Su Qing suddenly came closer, startling Mahiru and making her lean back. A cool breath brushed her nose, "Guess what the result was?"

The collar of Mahiru's pajamas slid down an inch as she moved. As she hurriedly grabbed the collar, she saw Su Qing's Adam's apple rolling: "What...?"

"It's a fox's dentures!" Su Qing laughed at Mahiru's stunned expression, "The squirrel was so scared that it threw its dentures into the stream, and Mr. Bear, who was fishing downstream--"

"Wait, wait!" Mahiru interrupted in confusion, "Why would a bear go fishing in the winter?"

Aren’t bears hibernating animals?

"Because it's an insomniac bear." Su Qing said as a matter of course.

"What a far-fetched reason! And then?"

Mahiru tilted her head, feeling something was odd, but then decided not to pay attention to the details.

She bent her knees and leaned forward slightly, her delicate collarbone faintly visible, the moonlight condensed into small puddles on it.

"Mr. Xiong thought he had caught a goldfish, but ended up hanging his dentures on his door frame."

Su Qing suddenly lowered his voice, and the desk lamp cast a trembling shadow under his eyelashes.

"From then on, the legend of 'Midnight Gold-fang Ghost' spread in the forest——"

"Ah!" Mahiru's scream mixed with Su Qing's laughter, and she realized that she had grabbed the other person's sleeve without knowing when.

The body temperature seeping out of the boy's sweater sleeves was burning her cheeks along his fingertips.

"This is not a bedtime story at all, you are trying to scare me!! You big idiot!"

Mahiru picked up a pillow and threw it at him, but when the other person fell backwards, she saw the collarbone faintly visible under the collar.

The heat suddenly rushed to the top of his head, and Mahiru wrapped himself in the quilt like a snowball: "And I always feel that you are implying something about me. That insomniac bear is actually talking about me!"

What she was wearing today happened to be her bear pajamas.

What happened to the bear pajamas?

Su Qing poked the "snowball" through the quilt and said helplessly: "I say, this seems to be my quilt?"

A muffled voice immediately came from the quilt: "I don't care about you, you scared me, now the quilt is mine!"

what is this?

This is simply a bandit!

Su Qing sighed at the snowball and looked out the window. It was still snowing, but the moonlight was exceptionally bright.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be without a blanket tonight."

Hearing this, Mahiru suddenly lifted a corner of the quilt, and the moonlight leaked into her wet eyes, "You, you come in quickly! You will catch a cold without a quilt."

"Didn't you say this is your quilt?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Su Qing immediately got into the bed, and the distance between them suddenly became very close.

In the dim light, Su Qing's eyes were unexpectedly bright, as if dotted with glowing stars.

"Yes, this is my quilt. I'm just giving it to you now. Have you said thank you?"

Mahiru's cheeks were burning hot, and she said this while trying to suppress her shyness.

She suddenly realized that they were in the same bed!

Is this also part of Su Qing’s calculation?

The night solidified into honey between their touching skins, and Mahiru's curled knees accidentally touched Su Qing's waist.

She heard the overlapping heartbeats of the two people shattering the sound of falling snow outside the window.

Come to think of it...I don't seem that nervous anymore.

"No, then thank you Zhu Bao?" Su Qing's voice suddenly became gentle, as if melting in hot food.

"No, you're welcome..."

Mahiru closed her eyes tightly and decided to retract her previous thought.

Now it seems to be getting even more nervous!

At this moment, Mahiru noticed that Su Qing moved.

Then the next moment, a strong big hand appeared behind her.

The scorching heat seeped through her coral fleece pajamas, dyeing the bases of her ears coral.

"Did I scare you just now?"

"How is that possible!" Mahiru quickly retorted, "How could I be scared by a coward?"

I mean, it feels so weird to be hugged by Su Qing like this.

Although they had hugged before, this was the first time on the bed...

And we're going to spend the night together tonight.

Really... so strange~

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of the girl's lips.

Mahiru buried her hot face in Su Qing's neck, "You were actually very cute when you were telling me the story just now."

It's really difficult.

You are obviously the cutest person, so please be more self-aware, okay?"

"Are you sleepy? Can I hold you to sleep?"

Su Qing pulled the quilt aside a little and stuck his head out. With the help of the bedside lamp, he saw the fine hairs on the back of Zhenri's neck, like dandelions on the snow.

"Wait...you haven't told me whether the little squirrel found its glowing pine cone." Mahiru raised her eyes and blinked.

"I hope it can be found." Su Qing gave this answer.

"I hope so too." Mahiru smiled sweetly, then asked uncomfortably, "Are we going to sleep now?"

"If you're not sleepy I can accompany you, it's okay."

"No... I don't mean that, I mean..." The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Mahiru's eyes moved back and forth between Su Qing's lips and collarbone, dodging, "Haven't we kissed for a long time?"

Hearing this, Su Qing was stunned, then lowered his head as Mahiru's beautiful eyes widened little by little.

As if to prevent Mahiru from escaping, the large hand rubbed tightly up and down the girl's back.

Mahiru just felt like she was about to completely melt into the other person's body at this moment.

The sweet scent of strawberry-flavored lip balm lingered at Su Qing's nose. As if to fill the gap of the past few days, this kiss broke all previous records.

The moonlight remained on the window frame, condensing into moisture.

After a long while, the two reluctantly separated their lips.

"Goodnight kiss, is that enough?" Su Qing's eyes were burning, yet still gentle.

"Enough...that's enough..." Mahiru seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and she fell powerlessly into the other's arms.

"Good night, Zhubao."

Su Qing gently stroked Mahiru's head, his voice unspeakably gentle.

"Good night, Qingbao~"

Hearing the girl's excited voice escaping from his arms, Su Qing smiled, then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

The world is dark, but warm as day.

Mahiru felt this familiar sense of security, and her excitement and nervousness gradually dissipated.

In fact, Qingjun told me the bedtime story just to make me less nervous, right?

So cute.

As expected, I like Qingjun the most.

Also, I have found my own glowing nut.

So the little squirrel should also work hard.

嘻～

The murmur with a triumphant smile seeped into the texture of Su Qing's clothes like a whisper.

Su Qing opened his mouth, but heard a long breathing sound coming from his arms.

Mahiru had curled up into a small ball without knowing when, and fell asleep peacefully listening to her heartbeat that was like a lullaby.

He lowered his head and looked at her in the moonlight, and gently hooked her hair that was stuck to her lips with his index finger.

"I like you the most too."

His voice was as soft as the sigh of snow falling on the windowsill. His fingertips stroked the hair that stood up in her sleep. "Good night, little squirrel."

I don't know when the snow stopped, and the moonlight quietly flowed over the slightly raised corners of their lips.

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