Substitute unspoken rules

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Xin Shangzhi: "..."

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Song Yike took advantage of the few seconds when Xin Shangzhi didn't respond and quickly got under the covers, leaving only a lock of hair for Xin Shangzhi.

He muttered in a low voice under the quilt: "I'm asleep, I'm really sleepy!"

"Careful, I will punish you to sleep on a hospital bench."

The voice is too small to be heard by others.

The sharp-eared Xin Shangzhi still heard it, he resisted the urge to lift the person under the blanket, and said deliberately: "What are you talking about?"

"Can't sleep?"

"What else do you want to do!?"

"Oh...! Then what should I do!"

"Sports?"

"Hmm...! Maybe it helps sleep!"

Xin Shangzhi saw that the lock of hair exposed outside the quilt moved back an inch, and within a few seconds, the person wrapped in the quilt wrapped himself into a big rice dumpling, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He went to the bedside and sat down, and pulled the hair that was still exposed outside the quilt as a prank, and the "big rice dumpling" immediately shrank vigilantly.

Xin Shangzhi carefully protected the "big rice dumpling" to prevent him from falling off the bed, and at the same time stretched out his hand to take the opportunity to rub the "big rice dumpling" head, and a few clumps of dull hairs immediately turned into fried hairs.

Seeing that the person under the quilt was angry but did not dare to show his head, Xin Shangzhi asked amusedly, "What?"

"Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"so stupid!"

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Song Yike was wrapped in the quilt and sulked, feeling like he was being bullied but didn't dare to resist.

Xin Shangzhi endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, and rescued the poor quilt.

The original smooth-haired cat has become a fried-haired cat, threatening people everywhere with its sharp claws: "What are you doing..."

"I'm still a patient, this is a hospital, and the bed is so small, why don't you sleep on the bench outside?"

"It suits you very well!"

Xin Shangzhi was wronged and said, "I don't want it!"

"My legs are too long to fit!"

"The point is that I still have to squeeze in with others. Do you want me to taste wild game? Or freeze to death in the hospital?"

"And I can't sleep without looking at you!"

Song Yike resolutely objected, he had to talk a little more about the topic of eavesdropping, and then coax Xin Shangzhi to talk more, he was not really willing to let Xin Shangzhi sleep on the hospital bench.

Song Yike refused righteously: "No! You must not sleep here tonight, otherwise, I will sue you for domestic violence! You still abused me!"

"unless…………"

Xin Shangzhi interrupted, "Unless what?"

Song Yike sullenly said, "Unless you finish the follow-up just now, then shut up and go to sleep! You are not allowed to mention what happened tonight in the future!!"

Xin Shangzhi knew what it was without asking, it was just that he was not allowed to mention things like sleeping and eavesdropping.

Xin Shangzhi looked at the person who turned his harsh words into a coquettish tone, and almost couldn't hold back.

Xin Shangzhi deliberately teased: "Well, what you said is that I like family, violence, you, and I especially like abuse, abuse, you!"

He suddenly didn't want to be human anymore.

What's so good about being a human being, now this fried hair cat finally no longer restrains himself, and slowly opens his heart to him, showing his truest appearance in front of him.

He suddenly felt a little reluctant to switch to another mode. He wanted to see Song Yike depend on him and call him coquettish in everything he did.

Coaxing him to sleep every night, taking care of him three meals a day, researching recipes even if he doesn't know how to cook, all the years are peaceful.

Didn't he just pursue to live such a life with the little baby he has been thinking about for seven years!

Xin Shangzhi continued amusedly: "Well, I heard that the visual impact will increase the sensitivity of other senses, do you want to try it?"

"Just feel in advance what it feels like to be abused by domestic violence after marriage."

After Xin Shangzhi finished speaking, he deliberately breathed in his ear, and Song Yike, who was always sensitive, immediately shrank his neck.

Losing the barrier of the quilt gave Song Yike an inexplicable sense of crisis.

He reached out and pulled the quilt indiscriminately, adjusted it according to his own feelings, wrapped himself tightly again, and then retorted: "I'm not married yet, don't threaten me!"

"I'm going to sleep."

"Go out and sleep on the bench in the corridor!"

Xin Shangzhi deliberately emphasized his tone: "This is beyond your control!"

"You belong to me now, and in the future!"

"Can't escape!"

"Well, show your head, I haven't settled yet!" Before Song Yike could react, Xin Shangzhi had already pulled off the quilt, and firmly clamped Song Yike's hands that pushed him.

Before anyone could resist, he had already blocked the barbed mouth.

Song Yike, who struggled to resist in vain, gave up struggling until he was slumped by Xin Shang's relatives before he had the strength to take a breath.

Xin Shangzhi glanced at Song Yike, who had been staring at him with mist in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

With one hand, he unbuttoned the pajama coat that he personally put on for Song Yike, and viciously licked the ambiguous bruises on his neck that had not yet dissipated. The moist and soft tip of his tongue made the person under him tremble violently. .

"Hmm...Xin Shangzhi, what are you doing?" Song Yike was a little annoyed that Xin Shangzhi took advantage of his disability to bully him, thinking in his heart how to stop Xin Shangzhi from taking advantage of others.

Xin Shangzhi gave a low laugh and said, "What are you doing?"

"What else can I do!"

"Of course it's the name of the domestic violence husband. I will push a wheelchair tomorrow and take you out to bask in the sun, so that everyone will know that you are mine, so that no one will covet you."

Song Yike covered the hot collarbone that was sucked and said: "Well, it can't..."

"Let go!"

Xin Shangzhi laughed wantonly, "You can't help this!"

"Why don't you owe me first?"

Song Yi could be subdued and said: "Well... good!"

Xin Shangzhi asked amusedly, "When will it be returned?"

"You have to say hello first, or if you turn around and deny anyone, who will I talk to when the time comes!"

Song Yike blushed and lowered her voice, "As...as you..."

Xin Shangzhi smiled triumphantly: "That's more or less the same!"

"Then make it up once, and let's take care of it when we go back! Protesting is invalid!"

Song Yike felt hot from the neck up. He buried his head in Xin Shangzhi's arms, not letting Xin Shangzhi tease him at will, "Old hooligan..."

Xin Shangzhi frowned and temporarily accepted the title, but he was very dissatisfied.

"I'm not old! Don't say I'm old, just repeat it once you say it, and do it!"

Xin Shangzhi is still thinking about how to get rid of the baby in his arms who always loves to say that he is old, but the person who loves to tease people and can't touch him now has already started to move quietly.

Just a little bit, I had to fall off the bed again.

Xin Shangzhi quickly grabbed his buttocks, pulled him back into his arms, and said, "You're in good spirits, it looks like you can do it today."

After finishing speaking, he touched Song Yike's waist and said maliciously: "Baby, call me husband?"

Song Yike said angrily: "Don't bark! Get out!"

Xin Shangzhi wasn't annoyed either, he was able to handle him accurately now, and it went smoothly after being bullied and bullied these days, "Well, exchange at equal value!"

"You call me husband three times and I'll tell you, okay?"

Song Yike poked his head out and was moved, but it was still hard to say, he had never called out so intimately.

Xin Shangzhi waited patiently, as if he was bound to win.

Song Yike dawdled for a long time before deciding to risk his life. He did everything he had to do, and if there was anything he couldn't say, he simply broke the pot and said, "My husband..."

"Tell me about it!"

Xin Shangzhi stretched out his hand and pinched his nose, and responded, "Well, it's here!"

"continue!"

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With a blushing face, Song Yike imitated the sweetheart in the script, and continued to stammer:

"Husband~sleepy~!"

"Husband~hug~"

"Okay, three times!" Xin Shangzhi laughed triumphantly.

Song Yike: "..."

Song Yi felt that his heart was being trampled upon, but he couldn't resist, who told him that he was being manipulated to death now!

I just didn't dare to speak anymore.

He thought about it but couldn't get angry, so he said fiercely: "Sleep!"

Xin Shangzhi rubbed his soft hair and tucked him in the quilt.

"Come up, hug me to sleep!"

"What about the story! A stinky man who doesn't talk!"

Xin Shangzhi choked hard, but he still obediently went to bed and hugged his irritable wife.

Dotingly smiled and said: "Come here, come on, it's so fierce!"

Song Yike held back his smile and said, "Hurry up, you're so annoying!"

Song Yike felt more confident in handling Xin Shangzhi.Recently, he has become used to ordering Xin Shangzhi around, and he would feel itchy if he didn't have a few words with him.

[The author has something to say: Xin Shangzhi: My wife is fierce and cute!

Song Yike: Hehe, old man! 】