Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

The bathroom was dimly lit with warm light, Yan Huai let Song Zhi lean on his shoulder, while she put one arm around his waist, and with the other hand helped Song Zhi unbutton and take off her jacket.

The skin without cloth barrier was attached to Yan Huai's body, and the hot feeling became more and more obvious.Yan Huai's back began to sweat, and before taking off Song Zhi's pants, he tore off his tie and threw it aside.

Song Zhi was wearing sweatpants today, and the elastic waistband could be easily pulled apart by pulling out the inner cord inside.

A few minutes later, Yan Huai carried the naked Song Zhi into the bathtub.The allergic reaction got worse at night, but soaking in warm water could help relieve his discomfort. Song Zhi half-closed his eyes and stretched out his arms to scratch his neck.

"It's itchy again?" Yan Huai held Song Zhi's hand to prevent him from touching it, and rubbed his skin gently for him himself.

"It's so uncomfortable." Song Zhi's eyes were mesmerized,

After suffering from allergies, Song Zhi's hand strength will be inappropriate. When he was a child and ate crabs indiscriminately, he also caught himself one by one.

"Tell me where it's itchy, why don't you scratch it yourself?" Yan Huai said with pity.

"Here." Song Zhi's eyes were moist, pointing to the red skin of her legs, "There is also here."

Yan Huai was extremely patient, and finally wiped Song Zhi clean and put her on the bed.He carefully covered the person under the quilt, stuck it to the itchy back of the other person due to allergies, and stroked it gently.

They were covered with an extremely thin silk quilt, and the bedroom was still running with a constant temperature and air conditioner, but the temperature on Song Zhi's body was getting higher and higher, without any signs of subsiding.

"Honey, it's so hot." Song Zhi turned over, the itching feeling made him uncomfortable.

Yan Huai pulled Song Zhi's quilt down again.

"Honey, my body is so itchy." Song Zhi's forehead moved back and forth on Yan Huai's body.

"Persist for one night, and it will be fine soon."

According to the doctor, after the infusion, the basic symptoms will subside by the next morning, only the night will be relatively difficult.

"But it's really uncomfortable." Song Zhi grabbed Yan Huai's hand and rubbed it against her body.

Only then did Yan Huai realize that something was wrong.

"It's very itchy here too." Song Zhi breathed out in his arms, making him feel hot.

Yan Huai was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, "Little scoundrel."

Song Zhi's tone was full of obvious grievances, "It's so uncomfortable."

"Endure it." Yan Huai did not soften his heart.

"Just wait until the illness is cured." Yan Huai pressed Song Zhi's hand that was fumbling around, "Be obedient, just wake up and it will be fine."

Struggling to no avail, Song Zhi gradually fell asleep under Yan Huai's caress and coaxing her to sleep.

The warm environment and soft bed allowed Song Zhi to sleep until the next evening.

The moonlight flooded over the treetops, the room was half-drawn with curtains, but no light could penetrate through the window, Song Zhi turned over to look at the bedside, there was no one there.

Song Zhi sat up from the bed and moved his shoulders a little. The soreness and weakness caused by fever and allergies disappeared completely. He picked up the thermometer beside the bed and measured himself, it was 36 degrees four.

Song Zhi touched the glass on the bedside with his palm, the water was still warm, brother Yan Huai should have just come here not long ago, he picked up the glass and drank it all, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

It's eight o'clock in the evening, brother Yan Huai should still be working at this time, Song Zhi went downstairs to grind a cup of his favorite black coffee, and put two oranges in his pocket.

Song Zhi stood at the door of the study room on the second floor, the door was half open, he poked his head quietly.

The man in the room was concentrating on the computer. He was about to knock on the door when Yan Huai happened to look up and meet his gaze.

The former curled up the corners of his mouth as if there was nothing, and hooked his hands at him.

Song Zhi walked in like a child receiving a gift, and put the coffee on the table.

Yan Huai grabbed him by the waist sideways, hugged him directly into his arms, let Song Zhi sit on his lap, and touched his forehead, "Well, it's not burning."

Yan Huai lifted Song Zhi's pajamas again, and all the red color on her body faded away.

Song Zhi put her arms around his neck, "How long will you be busy?"

Yan Huai focused his attention on the financial statements, "It will probably take a while."

Song Zhi didn't intend to continue to disturb the other party's work, he put his hands on the desk and prepared to come out of the other party's arms, "Then I'll go downstairs and watch a movie and wait for you."

"Can't you stay with me here?" Yan Huai hugged him and didn't let go.

"I'm afraid I'll disturb your work." With that said, Song Zhi had long since given up on getting up.

"Don't disturb." Yan Huai carried him to the soft leather sofa one meter away from the desk, and specially used pillows to cushion his waist, and gently kissed him on the forehead, "Soon."

"Yeah." Song Zhi rested his chin and looked at it for a while, then looked away and took out his phone.The sound of playing games will affect brother Yan Huai's work, so he can use Weibo. He put his mobile phone on the small table, took out oranges from his pocket, and ate them while peeling.

I still think in my heart that this batch of oranges is sweeter than the previous batch.

Halfway through eating, Song Zhi was partially covered by the shadow in front of him. He raised his head, and Yan Huai was standing in front of him, looking at him with his hips akimbo, "You don't want to give it to your husband either?"

Song Zhi took out another orange from her pocket.

Yan Huai's eyes only stopped on the orange for a second, then slid to Song Zhi, "I just want to eat yours."

Song Zhi looked at the last orange petal in her hand, licked her lips, lowered her head and stuffed it into her mouth.

He only bites half of it, and looks up at Yan Huai.

Yan Huai, who was directly in front of him, was amused by Xiaochun at home, and it seemed that he had taught him badly.

Yan Huai bent down, put his hands on both sides of the armrest of the sofa, gradually approached Song Zhi's lips, then bit the remaining orange petals, and quickly left Song Zhi.

"Well, it's very sweet." Yan Huai swallowed the orange in two or three strokes.

He looked at Song Zhi who still had half an orange in his mouth, and wrote lightly, "Why don't you eat it?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyelashes, and orange-flavored sour water began to fill her mouth.

Why did it all come to my lips, brother Yan Huai suddenly became serious again, which was never like this before.

Could it be that his charm is not as good as before?

It hasn't been long.

Song Zhi put the half of the orange in her mouth and swallowed it.

"Finish?" Yan Huai was still standing directly in front of him.

"Yeah." Song Zhi nodded blankly, feeling that his question was meaningless.

"Well......!"

Before Song Zhi could react, her sight was blocked by someone.In addition, there is an orange kiss mixed with coffee flavor.

Some people took advantage of the gap between his desolation and began to wantonly occupy his lips.Song Zhi was held in the arms of the other party, and did not let go until the other party was satisfied.

Song Zhi, whose heart was beating faster, leaned into his arms and complained, "It's so painful."

Yan Huai drank coffee, but there was still a faint bitter taste in his mouth.

The tip of the other party's tongue slid down the corner of his mouth, "But you are very sweet."

"Hmm..." Another round of kisses occupied Song Zhi's mouth, the bitterness gradually dissipated, and it was a special taste mixed with the aroma of coffee and the sweetness of oranges.

Yan Huai moved from the corner of Song Zhi's mouth to his jaw, "The little villain who interfered with my work."

Song Zhi was numb all over from the kiss, "Then go get busy."

"You are more important than work."

The overhead lights flickered twice, and a few seconds later, the room was completely plunged into darkness.

"The power went out?" Song Zhi said.

"There's really no way to work now."

Yan Huaishi glanced out the window, "It shouldn't be a power outage."

Song Zhi looked in his direction, other houses were brightly lit outside the window, and this part of the power system was all connected.

"Do you need to call someone to fix it?"

"No need," Yan Huai helped him button up his pajamas, "Your husband can do it too."

"My husband knows everything." Song Zhi cast adoring eyes.

Yan Huai brought a triangular ladder and stepped on the electric light to check the situation. Song Zhi was beside him holding a mobile phone to help turn on the light.

Yan Huai quickly removed the glass cover, "You may need a smaller screwdriver."

"Where is it, I'll get it."

Yan Huai pointed to the desk drawer, "There should be one on the third floor on the left, look for it."

"Okay." Song Zhi rushed over excitedly and opened the drawer to look for it.

It was inconvenient to hold up the phone to search, so Song Zhi put it on the desk and continued to search by the light.

"Should be in a square box, you see."

"Square box", Song Zhi said to herself and felt inside, and soon found the shape Yan Huai said in the innermost part of the drawer, "Is this it?"

He took out the box, stood up and opened it casually.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Song Zhilen was silent, Yan Huai helped the ladder down, and with the faint light of the phone, his eyes fell on the square box in Song Zhi's palm.

"See?"

"I, I didn't do it on purpose." Song Zhi hurriedly explained, "I just..."

He moved his eyes to the drawer while talking, and Song Zhi realized that what Yan Huai asked him to look for was the third drawer, but because of the dim surroundings and because he was in a hurry, he flipped through the second drawer.

"Since I saw it." Yan Huai took the box from him, "Then today is the best time."

For this matter, Yan Huai started planning a long time ago.He thinks he is decisive and decisive in doing things, and he is never afraid of failure and worrying about gains and losses, but only this time, he is hesitant, uneasy, and doesn't know how to express it.

The form was simple, and I was worried that Song Zhi would think he was insincere, but it was complicated, and I was worried that his children who were afraid of trouble would be impatient.

The action that should have been taken tomorrow was delayed again and again by his hesitation.

Yan Huai took out the small ring from the dark blue square box and pinched it on his fingertips.He took a step back with his left foot, knelt down on one knee, and handed the ring in front of him, "Song Zhi, will you marry me?"

The moment Song Zhi saw the ring, he had made countless assumptions in his mind.Good and bad, happy and unhappy, all kinds of assumptions are strange.But when it really happened, he realized that all the assumptions never made him more excited than the personal experience.

"Get up quickly." He bent down to pull Yan Huai, "I've been married for a long time, why should I propose?"

Yan Huai touched the ground with one knee, unmoved, "But this is the first time to propose."

"I was bad before." Yan Huai looked calm, "I will compensate you thousands of times for what I owed you."

What others have, his Song Zhi wants, and what others don't have, as long as Song Zhi likes it, even if it is all he has, he must give it to him.

Yan Huai held the simple and exquisite platinum ring, and said in a firm tone, "Song Zhi, are you willing? Let me take care of you forever."

"I am willing."