After the failure of the popular niche plastic surgery [Entertainment]

"younger brother."

Duan Ning trotted downstairs and found Duan Kejia: "Brother, didn't you say you asked him to come and tell me a story? Why didn't he say a few words before he fell asleep on the pillow? .”

"Hush..." Duan Kejia was boiling milk in the kitchen, and looked up at the spiral staircase at the door, "I promised to call my brother, why do you keep forgetting?"

"Ah!" Duan Ning covered his mouth, "I, I forgot!"

The milk was already gurgling in the pot, Duan Kejia quickly turned off the fire, took out a bowl from the sterilized cupboard to fill it up, and handed it to Duan Ning: "Take it to the table and drink it. Room to sleep."

Duan Ning was blowing on the milk, and when he heard half of it, his face burst into a smile, his eyes sparkled: "Brother is coming back to live today, do you want to sleep with me? Do you want to tell me a story?"

"You're so old, you have to learn to sleep by yourself." Duan Kejia patted Duan Ning on the head, "Quick, I'll go to your room to sleep after you finish drinking milk and brushing your teeth."

Duan Ning was puzzled, pouted his milk-stained lips and said, "Why do the two of us... have to switch rooms to sleep?"

Duan Kejia explained the truth to Duan Ning in a serious manner: "The younger brother Cheng who told the story just now fell asleep, we can't wake him up, can't we? So he can only sleep in your room, and I invited him People who come to our house can’t ignore him, what if he falls out of bed in the middle of the night like you.”

Duan Ning frowned, touched the back of his head and scratched twice, his eyes were confused: "That's right, brother... Brother really has a sense of responsibility."

"Drink the milk quickly, if you don't drink it, brother Xiao Cheng will fall off the bed and no one will care."

"Oh! I, I'll just drink it!"

……

When "Little Brother Xiao Cheng" woke up the next morning, he felt that something unknown was pressing heavily on his body.

He touched down and found something in his coat pocket.

Strange how he sleeps with his coat on.

wrong--

Cheng Weizhi suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that there was nothing else in his pocket, but a person's hand.

Cold sweat broke out on the back immediately.

This hand reached into his jacket pocket and held down his stomach, while the arm was stretched across his waist, making him unable to move.

Cheng Weizhi wanted to sit up quickly, but as soon as he lifted his neck, he realized another thing was wrong, under his neck... was lying on an arm!

He looked back in horror.

Sure enough, I saw Duan Kejia's sleeping face.

Cheng Weizhi jumped up from the bed in fright, and rolled to the ground with a plop.

He lay down on the carpet and gnawed a mouthful of wool.

Fortunately, fortunately, there is a carpet underneath, otherwise the front teeth would have to be broken.

Cheng Weishi's coat was not zipped up, and Duan Kejia pulled it tightly, so until Cheng Weishi fell to the ground, the coat was still completely in Duan Kejia's hands, but Cheng Weishi almost missed it when he fell. The arm was torn by the sleeve of this coat, and the tendon was pulled.

In addition, the movement was too big, and two buttons of the shirt Cheng Weishi was wearing inside collapsed, exposing two collarbones and half of his chest.

He sat up, bewildered by the scene.

What was he doing yesterday...why did he sleep with Duan Kejia?

Duan Kejia woke up leisurely at this time.Probably because he was not yet conscious, as soon as he saw Cheng Weishi who was sitting beside the bed wearing "exposed" clothes, he put his arm around his waist and abdomen, and poked two buttons along the shirt gap between the two buttons. Fingers go in.

"!"

Cheng Weishi opened his mouth halfway, wanted to scream but didn't dare to scream, his mind went blank for a moment, he could only feel two warm fingertips touching the skin around his navel.

Duan Kejia suddenly exerted strength, sat up, and dragged him into his arms. His breath blew on the skin of the back of Cheng Weishi's neck, making the area behind his ears hot and itchy; on his shoulder.

Duan Kejia didn't seem to wake up yet, her hoarse voice seemed extremely lazy and comfortable: "I asked you about yesterday, how did you think about it?"