Shield of Rebirth

For one night, Ling Tian basically didn't sleep soundly.

He thought about leaving quietly after Ling Feng lost, but found out that the next morning, he was still trapped in Ling Feng's arms.

He yawned a lot, and Ling Tian's head was a little stuffy because of the sleepiness.

He must have a good sleep after a while.

At dawn, Ling Feng finally woke up.

At the beginning of last night, he may have been suspected of pretending to be asleep, but then he was slightly drunk, and the person in his arms made him feel very comfortable, and he fell asleep in a short time, and slept soundly , even though the body is still wearing binding clothes.

When he woke up, he felt the figure in his arms from the very beginning. He was half drunk and half awake last night, but he remembered everything clearly.

It's just that kind of unreasonable behavior made Ling Feng quite interesting.

Just as he was about to pretend like this for a while, he heard his youngest son yawn big.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the bewildered face of the youngest son who was close at hand. He kept yawning a little, occasionally a big yawn, and dozed off with his eyes closed.

However, with the blue color in the eye sockets and the overly sleepy expression, Ling Feng could tell at a glance that his Xiaotian might not have slept all night.

His mood suddenly turned bad, and the clothes he hadn't taken off all night seemed cumbersome, and he remembered that Xiaotian always liked to sleep with only a pair of underwear left on when he slept, but now it seemed that it was too neat.

Soon, Ling Feng realized why the neatness was too much.

Just when he was about to move the hand on Ling Tian's waist, Ling Tian straightened his clothes in a daze!

For a moment, Ling Feng was a little bit dumbfounded, but some bad humor came up.

He grabbed Ling Tian's two hands that were pulling the clothes, put them together, and grabbed them with one hand, while the other hand got in from the hem of Ling Tian's clothes, and groped around his waist.

A thought that even he himself thought was a bit naive came to his head, and he almost blurted out the words 'you pull your clothes now'.

However, the touch in the hand is indeed very good.

It's smooth but not greasy, tough and not soft, but it's too thin, and if you go up a little more, you can touch your ribs.

It is good to grow meat well.

When Ling Tian felt his hands being restrained, he who hadn't fully fallen asleep in the first place forced himself to wake up immediately.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Feng's eyes full of smiles. It was different from the gentleness he pretended before, but the feeling of genuinely smiling with his heart.

But this kind of smile not only didn't make Ling Tian feel absent-minded or moved, but instead made Ling Tian feel angry, you are so happy!

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The feeling of that person's hands scurrying around his waist made him stunned for a moment. Isn't this person still awake? !

"Father, let me go when you're sober. I'll go back to catch up on sleep." Although Ling Tian wanted to say it nicely, his tone couldn't help but be accentuated.

Seeing that Ling Feng still didn't take his hands away from his waist, he added angrily: "Have you touched enough?"

As soon as he blurted out his words, Ling Tian knew that he was in a state of low pressure when he just woke up. Fortunately, as soon as he realized this state, he could completely restrain himself. He took a deep breath, wanting to shut up first and not say anything wrong. Nice words.

Ling Feng smiled, and said with a light smile: "Although Xiaotian's figure looks a little thinner, Dad didn't expect Xiaotian to be so thin. I really can't tell it when I put on clothes."

Fingers groping along Ling Tian's ribs made Ling Tian shiver.

Ling Tian slandered secretly, but he could just touch it with his hands, and he might not really be able to see a few ribs after taking off his clothes.

Suppressing the desire to get angry, Ling Tian slowed down his voice and said, "Dad won't feel comfortable after sleeping like this. Will he get a headache when he wakes up drunk? Let the kitchen cook something for Dad to sober up. Today's Morning exercise, I can't go, I just want to sleep now. Dad, please let me go."

Trying to avoid Ling Feng's hand, Ling Tian felt that his temper had been sublimated after this incident.

Ling Feng's eyes darkened, and he looked at Ling Tian who was struggling on the bed, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyelashes formed a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, his face was a little pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and the flexible body under his hands was I can't stop struggling.

If it was someone else, not his youngest son, he would definitely suppress it like this.

But after being half-drunk and half-awake last night, he clearly knew what kind of thoughts he had for Ling Tian, ​​so he always suppressed it, fearing that the more he suppressed it, the more it would become an obsession in the end.

If it really comes to that point, instead of letting a person become his obsession, it is better to first follow your own heart, and then get it, maybe you can let it go.

However, in this case, his youngest son might be ruined, right?

Well, he was really reluctant and couldn't bear it.

Aware of his rising lower body, Ling Feng calmly took his hands away from Ling Tian's body, and also let go of the hands that were restraining Ling Tian.

"Dad is very happy to get Xiaotian's concern, but it must be because the timing and method of sleeping together last night was wrong, so Xiaotian couldn't sleep. Why don't we sleep together again tonight. Daddy promises not to drink, how about it?"

Ling Tian rubbed his temples, feeling that his head was heavy, and said casually: "No need, Dad and I are not used to sleeping with other people, so don't force it, I don't want even Dad to keep his eyes open all night."

Without Ling Feng's shackles, Ling Tian finally found a solution.

The feeling of taking it off, if there is a next time, when Ling Feng is drunk, he will definitely hide as far away as possible.

Looking at the figure of Ling Tianqiang who was walking out the door with his eyes open, Ling Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and kissed the corner of Ling Tian's mouth, then let go and said, "Good morning kiss."

Ling Tian touched the corner of his mouth, frowned, and said noncommittally: "No need, I still feel that I don't need a good morning kiss anymore."

"It's because Xiaotian is eighteen that he didn't kiss his forehead. But, why does Dad think that Xiaotian has been saying no more this morning to reject Dad's kindness? Is it Dad's illusion? Hmm?" Ling Feng smiled Yingying stared at Ling Tian, ​​as if he really wanted to see Ling Tian's true thoughts.

Looking at Ling Feng's familiar eyes, full of smiles but giving people a feeling of being scrutinized, Ling Tian has nothing to say and doesn't want to say anything more, he and Ling Feng will never be able to think in the same world.

Puckering his lips and smiling, Ling Tian said, "Father made a mistake, I only said twice this morning that I don't need it."

Without waiting for Ling Feng's answer, he turned and left Ling Feng's room.

Ling Feng's smile was removed after Ling Tian went out, and he rubbed his forehead in distress. He was really troubled. For this little son, he pulled off his loose suit and tie. Ling Feng never thought about him One day, he would actually sleep like this all night, and he still looked like he was sleeping well, which really didn't conform to his usual living habits.

After thinking about today's work schedule, I found that there was nothing special in the morning, but I was going to see my eldest son in the afternoon. It is said that the eldest son has become conscious, which is great news.

The last time he encountered an attack when he was out with his youngest son, he had already dealt with it, but the result was not as optimistic as he thought, because it was not the same group that injured his eldest son that time.

Although it is mediocre not to be envied by others, his eldest son is really talented if he can provoke someone who wants to kill him in less than a year after returning to China~

Changed into comfortable sportswear, Ling Feng went out to do morning exercises, even without the company of his youngest son, he still hadn't let up~