After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

This was Han Qi's first kiss when he was fully conscious.

Han Qi has read a lot of novels over the years, and not only one has described kissing, but he has seen few and can't remember it clearly. The words left in his impression of kissing are nothing more than abstract words such as domineering. vocabulary.

He thought that Fu Juntong would be like this, but the truth was much more specific than he knew.

Don't look at Fu Juntong's quick movements, but he is actually very gentle and measured.

I don't know why, maybe it's because his emotions are too volatile, and Fu Juntong's breath is not very stable, but this does not prevent him from continuing to kiss.

In the silence of the room, only subtle voices could be heard flowing in the air.

Han Qi opened his eyes, and the close distance made him a little out of focus, making it difficult to see the outline of the person in front of him clearly.

The feeling on the lips is clear and soft, but not tough, and the dexterous tip of the tongue tentatively invades the territory a little bit, but unexpectedly, it doesn't make people feel bored.

a kiss.

It is cautious, but calm and firm like a seed wanting to take root in the ground.

Han Qi was still thinking about tasting the product, and even felt that it was not as unacceptable as he imagined?

As soon as this idea popped up, even he himself was surprised by himself.

He hurriedly pushed Fu Juntong away with all his hands and feet.

Fu Juntong's strength was not strong, and it seemed extraordinarily easy to push him away this time.

Han Qi hurriedly sat up and took two deep breaths, because his chest rose and fell with uneven breathing.

He turned his head to look at Fu Juntong who was pushed aside by him.His tight hair looked a little messy due to the excessive movement just now, and the hair on his forehead was even slightly raised. Compared with the previous meticulous image, he looked much younger and softer.

He just stared at Han Qi blankly, with a trace of grievance in his dark pupils:

"My wife, why did you push me away? Can't I kiss you?" Fu Juntong's voice was a little bit louder than before, and he looked at Han Qi without blinking, and his tone was full of accusations: "Are you not me?" Is it your little wife?"

Sorry, really not.

However, seeing Fu Juntong's tone and demeanor, Han Qi obviously felt that he hadn't done anything excessive, but he felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

It was as if he had really done something amazing and bullied him.

What are you thinking!

Han Qi hurriedly pulled his runaway emotions back to the right path.

This is obviously because Fu Juntong was drunk and started brainstorming about the series, so why is he feeling guilty?

but……

Looking at Fu Juntong's expression, he felt that he was really serious and determined to be wronged, so if he didn't find a different topic to fool him today, he might have to toss about it for a while.

He can't try to reason with a drunk man, it just won't work.

"I am, I am." Han Qi decided to follow Fu Juntong's script, but because it was difficult to say the words "little wife", he decisively chose to keep his mouth shut.

"But you came back from a social event and haven't taken a shower yet. The smell of alcohol is too strong."

Fu Juntong nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly seemed to think of something, his eyes widened immediately, and the grievance on his face disappeared:

"Yes, I just drank alcohol. If the alcohol concentration is too high when I kiss you, it will be too bad. You can't drink alcohol when you are pregnant."

Han Qi's eyes became very complicated in an instant, and it was hard for Fu Juntong to remember that he was pregnant now.

God damn you can’t drink alcohol when you’re pregnant, you’re just drunk and you’ve mutated into a wine jug, how could you even harm the fetus if you kiss it.

But Fu Juntong himself put the excuses on his lips, no matter how outrageous they were, he had no choice but to continue, it was better than not being able to think of any reason at all.

Han Qi struggled to pull out a gentle smile, and nodded to Fu Juntong: "Then go take a shower first, I'll wait for you outside."

He saw that Fu Juntong's footsteps were steady, and he didn't feel like he was stumbling at all. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with him except that it affected a little logic and IQ.

It shouldn't be a problem to take a bath by yourself, right?

Going to sleep reeking of alcohol may make you feel even worse when you wake up.

Han Qi said that he was waiting outside, mainly because he was still a little worried. After all, it was different from usual. What if he fell?

But when Fu Juntong heard what Han Qi said, he obviously didn't think so.

"I know you are afraid of sleeping alone, don't worry, I will come out to accompany you soon." After speaking, he opened the closet familiarly, found his pajamas, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Fortunately, he still remembered to close the door.

Han Qi didn't know what to say anymore, would he be afraid to sleep alone?He himself didn't know about it.

He has slept alone since he was a child, and he is afraid of a hammer.

Maybe it's because he has experienced too much before, but now he has a very good mentality, and he is quite used to the calmness after big winds and waves.

In fact, Fu Juntong didn't mean to let him go in and take a bath with him, Han Qi already felt pretty good.

The sound insulation of the door is very good, Han Qi sat on the bed and could only hear a little sound of water.

It seems that the sound is not louder, it is difficult to hear it outside the door.

Han Qi sat on the bed doing nothing, feeling more and more sleepy. He yawned several times in a row, rubbed his eyes, and tried his best to keep himself awake.

If Fu Juntong doesn't come out again, he will fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, with the crisp sound of the doorknob being turned, Fu Juntong finished washing and walked out.

He wasn't wearing a bathrobe, his pajamas were already on, and his hair had been washed and didn't look like it had been brushed well, dripping water.

He walked up to Han Qi, still smelling of the light shower gel on his body.

He smiled slightly and said softly, "Sleepy?"

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Han Qi's eyes due to his sleepy yawn.

The slightly rough fingertips slid across the delicate corners of the eyes, bringing waves of unfamiliar electricity.

"Sleep if you're sleepy." After finishing speaking, before Han Qi could respond, he fell down on the bed, hugged Han Qi and planned to sleep, the water droplets on the wet hair soaked the soft pillow. fabric.

Han Qi was almost stunned by his coquettish manipulation.

You haven't blown your head yet, so you're going to sleep? !

I'm really not afraid of a headache and a cold.

Han Qi had no choice but to get up from Fu Juntong's arms with difficulty, and put on a stern face to make Fu Juntong get up too.

Fu Juntong kept his eyes closed, looking sleepy.

But he was obedient, and Han Qi would do whatever he asked him to do.

Seeing him sitting, Han Qi didn't realize that there was something wrong with Fu Juntong, and felt a little helpless, but he had no other choice, and he couldn't leave him alone.

He sighed, took out a towel and handed it to Fu Juntong without complaint, asking him to wipe his hair first.

Han Qi dug out a new pillow from the cabinet and replaced it with Fu Juntong.

You can't let him sleep on a wet pillow after drying his hair, it's not for nothing.

When his hair was almost finished, Han Qi was going to let Fu Juntong blow his own hair, but Fu Juntong struggled with the hair dryer for a long time, but he couldn't figure out why.

Han Qi was helpless, and was afraid that he would hurt himself if he moved around casually, so he could only take the hair dryer and blow his hair by himself.

This was the first time in Han Qi's life that he had blow-dried someone else's hair.

He was afraid that he would lose his sense of propriety, make others uncomfortable or burn himself, so he was extra careful when he moved.

Fu Juntong looks very stern on the outside, but his hair is really different from him.

His hair is very soft, and it doesn't look cold at all when it passes through his fingertips.

So if you want to do a hairstyle, you need to spray a lot of hairspray, right?

Cough, far away.

Fu Juntong's hair is not too long, so he blows it very quickly. Before Han Qi's hands became sour, he had successfully completed the task of drying his hair.

Han Qi put down the hair dryer, seeing that Fu Juntong kept his eyes closed, he was going to take advantage of Fu Juntong's unpreparedness and run away.

Unexpectedly, even with his eyes closed, Fu Juntong still accurately grasped his wrist.

"It's done, let's go to bed."

It sounded really sleepy, with a strong sense of sleepiness in his voice.

Seeing Fu Juntong grabbing his wrist, Han Qi didn't intend to let go.

No choice but to follow his words and lie down on the bed with him.

If you sleep together, you can sleep together, and you won't lose a piece of meat.

Anyway, there is nothing to struggle, and there is no struggle.

He originally thought that he would be very uncomfortable sleeping with others and would not be able to fall asleep. After all, he had no experience sleeping with others.

But what I didn't expect was that not long after I lay down, I felt a strong sense of sleepiness.

Han Qi subconsciously found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Fu Juntong woke up in the warmth.

Although his head still had a vague discomfort after being drunk, it was okay, not very obvious.

Wasn't he drunk in the hotel, why did he go home as soon as he opened his eyes?

She was lying in a familiar bedroom and sleeping on a familiar bed, but she felt something was wrong with the touch in her arms, as if she was holding someone.

As soon as he lowered his head, what caught his eyes was Han Qi's sleeping face, with a slight blush after a deep sleep, which was very touching.

And his hand was still on Han Qi's waist at this moment, holding him in his arms.

It should be a very happy thing to sleep in your arms with the person you like, and Fu Juntong is no exception.But at this time, apart from being happy, Fu Juntong was also a little flustered and nervous.

What is going on, how can this happen?What the hell happened when he was drunk!

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The content that has been marked yellow is really only one kiss?