Teacher, don't hide from me

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the two returned to the hotel. As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Ye Fan helped Song Mingchu to sit down, took off her shoes and socks, took out the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis from the bag, and applied it evenly on Song Mingchu's skin. On the ankle, Song Mingchu repeatedly refused on the way, and repeatedly emphasized that he had to paint it by himself, but in the end the resistance was futile.

When Ye Fan came out of the toilet after washing, Song Mingchu was already lying on the bed, and he was still wearing Ye Fan's fat T-shirt. Song Mingchu was like this, half leaning on the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand and quietly flipping through it. Looking at her, the warm yellow light hit her peaceful side face, which was indescribably beautiful.

Ye Fan stood in front of the toilet door and regretted, "Why was there only one standard room left in the hotel?! This damn hotel, so which bed should I sleep in now?! If I go directly to the bed in the early Ming Dynasty Doesn't she think that I'm frivolous and reckless? If I go to my own bed, when will I have such a chance? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what should I do!"

"What are you doing there stupidly?" Seeing Ye Fan standing in front of the toilet door for too long, Song Mingchu finally couldn't help speaking.

"Mingchu...I was wondering if I should sleep here or over there..." After Ye Fan finished speaking, he lowered his head in shame, peeking at Song Mingchu from the corner of his eye from time to time.

"Of course, go back to your own bed. It's such a small bed. You don't mind being squeezed, but I don't mind it~ Get under the quilt quickly, and you'll catch a cold after wearing it for a while!" Song Mingchu answered without thinking, and continued He lowered his head and read a book.

"Oh..." Ye Fan walked to his bed in despair, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

The air suddenly became quiet. In Nuo Da's room, there were only the occasional sound of flipping papers and the sound of Song and Mingchu's breathing. Don't ask the author why Ye Fan didn't breathe, because Ye Fan fell asleep with his head covered in a small mood.

Half an hour later, Song Mingchu finally put down the book in his hand, rubbed his sore neck, and suddenly remembered something. "Hey... It's all my fault for being too fascinated by reading. Isn't this fool angry again?" Thinking of this, Song Mingchu tentatively called Ye Fan's name, but got no response, shook his head helplessly, and hesitated After a long time, he finally lifted the quilt and got out of bed, lying gently beside Ye Fan.

"If you don't stick your head out, I'll go back."

Hearing this, Ye Fan immediately lifted the quilt and hugged Song Mingchu in his arms.

"Mingchu, you are the best, I knew you couldn't bear to let me sleep alone."

"Look at your pitiful appearance, you look like a shrinking turtle, can I bear it?" Song Mingchu took advantage of the situation and rested his head on Ye Fan's chest, joking casually.

"At the beginning of Ming Dynasty, it's so boring for you to say that about your husband! But! I like it!"

"Husband, why is your heart beating so fast, didn't you just call you a turtle, you like me so much?" Since Song Mingchu's head had been resting on Ye Fan's chest, she could hear it even if she didn't want to hear it. A strong heartbeat.

"Haha...ha, you heard all of this, how embarrassing." Ye Fan blushed again as he spoke.

"It's very late, go to sleep." Song Mingchu's voice was a little murmured, and Ye Fan's heart was very itchy, but his expression was pretending to be pitiful and he said: "You haven't kissed me good night, I won't be able to sleep."

"That's why you're so sleepy." Song Mingchu was really tired, and he didn't even bother to open his eyes when he was talking.

"Mingchu, are you sure you don't want to kiss your husband goodnight?"

Ye Fan stared pitifully at Song Mingchu and waited for her to answer, but he didn't intend to respond at all.

"Then I move by myself, it's the same~" Ye Fan said, and put his cheek on Song Mingchu's lips.

"Well, with my daughter-in-law's good night kiss, I will definitely have a good dream."

Song Mingchu was still amused by this brazen act, and finally leaned over and kissed Ye Fan on the face,

"Good night, fool."

"Hey, good night, Mingchu."