My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

Tired and hungry, Song Wang and Ke Yanze returned home after spending another day at the basketball court. When they saw the huge package in front of their house, they each looked at each other.

Song Wang thought for a while, stepped forward and clapped his hands, and then smiled at the child as if suddenly realized: "This is the children's bed I bought online a few days ago."

I already received the arrival text message when I was in A University, but I didn't expect it to be delivered very quickly.

"Why did you buy a children's bed?" After asking, Ke Yanze came to his senses, raised his head and stared at the other party, his tone a little uncertain:

"You want to sleep in a separate bed with me? Why?"

"Ah, this," the latter smiled with squinted eyes, "my bed is a bit small, I'm afraid it will press you down, so sleep separately?"

Hearing the words, the child raised half of his eyebrows, and a bit of anger spread between his eyebrows, and he said lazily: "So, you are still doing it for my own good?"

"Yeah!" Song Wang put his hands on the waist-length package and nodded sincerely.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The child didn't intend to argue with him on this issue, and walked a few steps to the door, glanced at the package up and down, and looked at Song Wang:

"Then have you bought the sheets and quilts?"

"..." A moment of confusion flashed across the other party's face, and then he remained silent.

Seeing his indescribable expression, Ke Yanze knew that he definitely didn't buy it well, so his tone of voice was a little gloating:

"That's a pity, you still have to sleep with me tonight."

Song Wang looked down at him slightly, raised his hand and flicked on his forehead, with a gentle smile: "Why is it such a pity?"

"Speak as you speak, don't touch your feet." The child covered his forehead and took a small step back, looking at him warily.

The other party smiled and said nothing, took out the key and opened the door, let the child in first, then came in with the big package in his arms, and then took a pair of scissors to unpack the big box.

Ke Yanze squatted beside him, watching his movements with a slight frown: "When did you buy the bed, why don't I know?"

"Last time when you said I was holding you down," Song Wang looked back at him with a smile while tearing it apart, and said:

"Actually, I always think that I sleep pretty well."

"It's pretty good." The child agreed.

Of course he was referring to Song Wang's sleeping face which was not as good as his, except for the random movement.

"Really?" Song Wang obviously didn't expect him to answer like this, and he still raised his lips and smiled when he heard the words, and his hands didn't slow down at all, but he took out the whole package in a while.

The foldable children's bed is mainly dark blue, and there are many stars on the eight-centimeter-thick mattress. In Ke Yanze's eyes, it is naturally extremely childish.

With Song Wang's experience of buying him a Pleasant schoolbag last time, this time he didn't show too much dislike, and nodded pertinently: "It's okay."

It's a big deal, such as bed sheets and quilt covers, just buy something simple.

Unexpectedly, Song Wang was very happy when he heard this: "I have chosen it for a long time, and I think it is very suitable for you at the first sight."

"..." The child gave him a rather speechless look, got up and walked away.

"By the way," the other party said again, "I put away the folder you brought from your home last time."

Hearing this, Ke Yanze's small body froze, and when he turned around, there was a little displeasure on his face:

"Where did you put it?"