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Zhao Yimian's drinking capacity can be described in this sentence:

Three cups of dizziness, five cups down, eight cups and nine cups cannot wake up.

After drinking the amount she drank in the hot pot restaurant yesterday, it was a miracle that she was able to wake up and walk to the bedroom before falling on the bed.

Maybe Shen Mingchu's kiss has some special bonus... maybe.

Wake up.

The curtains were tightly closed, and its shading effect was so good that Zhao Yimian couldn't judge the time for a while, only knowing that it must be late, because the place beside him belonged to another person, and it was already cold.

She is not a person who likes to sleep in the middle of the bed. On the contrary, when Zhao Yimian sleeps, she will only obediently occupy a corner of the bed, and always keep another person's place by her side - of course, when at home , occupying that position are the clothes she took back from the balcony.

So her room was affectionately called the kennel by Ms. Song.

Well, I'm not single anymore.

A certain person thought complacently, reached out and touched the pillow that Shen Mingchu had slept on, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, as if he could still smell the fragrant and pleasant smell of a woman.

click-

The door was opened lightly.

Someone who was being fooled was caught.

She withdrew her hand in an instant, yawned falsely, and asked with a sleepy look on purpose, "Honey, what time is it?"

"I just guessed that you are almost awake. Are you hungry? I have stewed corn rib soup for you. You like to eat softer meat. You need to stew it for another half an hour. Get up first and drink this cup of goat milk , pad your stomach."

Shen Mingchu, who didn't notice her actions, turned on the light, Zhao Yimian heard that there was something to eat, turned over and got up, his movements were extremely neat.

Taking the glass handed over by Shen Mingchu, he poured the goat's milk down his throat with a gurgle.

Shen Mingchu waited for her to finish drinking, took the cup, and said to her: "Okay, don't stay on the bed, get up and wash up, dinner is coming soon."

Although it's been a night, the stomach when I just woke up is actually not very hungry.

After drinking a full stomach of goat's milk, Zhao Yimian's unawakened appetite was completely depressed, and she fell on the bed with a slap, "I fell and couldn't get up."

Shen Mingchu said amusedly: "Do you need a kiss from your wife to get up?"

Zhao Yimian closed her eyes and pursed her mouth.

She was betting on whether Shen Mingchu would kiss her.

To be honest, she didn't recover from the kiss yesterday morning until after lunch.

Sure enough, when a person wakes up early, his sanity is not sober, and when he is not sober, it is easy to do things that he didn't know he could do... For example, kiss Shen Mingchu forcibly.

In retrospect, she wanted to give a thumbs up to herself who rushed forward at that time. Why was she so brave?

But after waking up, her courage withdrew again.

Like a kitten hiding in a shadowy corner, it occasionally stretches out a small paw to test the outside world, then retracts it quickly, for fear of being hurt in the slightest, there must be someone who risks being scratched Risk, take it out of that dark world, so it can believe that someone loves me.

Zhao Yimian won the bet.

Just when she thought Shen Mingchu would leave, the latter's breath suppressed.

A pair of soft lips soon appeared on her lips.

"A little dirty cat who doesn't even brush her teeth..."

Disgusting words were drowned between the lips and teeth.

Zhao Yimian belatedly remembered that she had drunk wine and milk and hadn't brushed her teeth yet——

I'm dying!

But Shen Mingchu's kiss was so sweet that she didn't even have the strength to push her away, so she could only bear it weakly.

When Shen Mingchu let go, her head was already steaming, and beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead.

The villain Zhao Yimian complained first: "It's too much, how can you kiss me when I haven't brushed my teeth! Are you not afraid that I will have a breath? Do I have a breath?" While talking, she started talking to herself, raised her Hand to palm and let out a sigh of relief.

One can imagine the breath of a hangover.

Zhao Yimian showed a disgusted expression: "...ah, it's so disgusting."

"Where does it stink? Mianmian in our family is fragrant all over, I only taste the smell of goat's milk."

Zhao Yimian mercilessly dismantled Shen Mingchu, "Talk nonsense with your eyes open..."

She could smell the smell of wine herself.

Shen Mingchu laughed and said: "No matter how stinky it is, it can still be as bad as someone who insisted on kissing me after eating hot pot and drinking wine last night?"

Zhao Yimian: "...Huh?"

Showing a bewildered expression.

What did she do?who is she?

Scattered memories flashed through my mind like fragments...

Like pearls being strung into a string.

Zhao Yimian covered her face.

I am no longer a human being...

What has she done.

Shen Mingchu retreated silently, leaving enough personal space for someone who felt ashamed.

……

If you want to say where is the thickest part of Zhao Yimian's body, it's not her breasts, but her cheeks.

After 15 minutes, she was already sitting in front of Shen Mingchu calmly.

She was still wearing the home clothes that Shen Mingchu had changed for her.

That's right... Zhao Yimian has already realized the fact that he was stripped naked and washed for nothing yesterday in all likelihood through the proof of the changed underwear and the fact that there is no trace of hot pot smell in his hair.

Because she has done more shameful things before, and she really has no memory of being bathed, so she accepts it very calmly—we are all married, isn't it normal to be honest?

Maybe one day they'll want more of that, that, that, that... right?

Wait, wait, what's up with girls and girls?

Zhao Yimian looked down at his own hand, palm up, and scratched.

Shen Mingchu saw that she was in a daze while showing a delicate expression. She put down the stewed soup and asked suspiciously: "Mianmian, what is in your head right now?"

"I'm thinking..." Zhao Yimian had an idiotic smile on her face, and before she was about to tell her old story, she was alert in time, sat upright, shifted her gaze to the dining table, and solemnly changed the subject: "I'm thinking about today's lunch. What to eat..."

"Really?" Shen Mingchu raised his eyebrows slightly, and was noncommittal to her answer.

To be honest, even Shen Mingchu couldn't guarantee that he could guess all of Zhao Yimian's thoughts [-]%.

She is like a treasure girl, always able to bring out things you didn't expect, one day she took off her pants and told her that she had grown a strange organ, Shen Mingchu felt that she might not be surprised...

Because her character design here in Shen Mingchu is that she can think of all kinds of messy things, and has a very self-consistent logic, which is difficult for others to understand, but in her small world, this logic is self-contained. It can perfectly explain many things that seem unconstrained by others.

Zhao Yimian didn't know the label she was given by Shen Mingchu, and after her brain went astray, she ran all the way to an unpredictable direction.

Some things are natural and logical for those couples who have gone from love to marriage.

But they are a couple who skipped all the cutscenes and went straight to the finale.

After three days of marriage, it went directly from holding hands to kissing, Zhao Yimian found this progress inconceivable in retrospect.

So... will they have sex in the future?

It is really difficult for her to keep track of the progress of the two of them now.

It feels like someone has pulled the fast-forward button for them. Everything happens very quickly, and it happens very nonsensically. It is often when Zhao Yimian comes back to his senses and realizes what he has done—this is what I said Zhao Yimian herself felt a little shameless, after all, it was her reckless initiative to kiss for the first time.

Thinking of this, she secretly took a look at Shen Mingchu who was sitting across from him eating.

All of a sudden, I regained my confidence - such a beautiful wife, what should I do if I don't take the initiative to run away? !

……

Life with Shen Mingchu is very comfortable.

If it was a bit rushed at the beginning, in just a few days, Zhao Yimian had already adapted to her married life.

There is nothing wrong with Shen Mingchu when this sentence is applied to Shen Mingchu. Zhao Yimian is so taken care of by her that she almost thinks that she has rejuvenated and become a baby. Now her only dignity at home is to guard the washing machine. The bowl machine is the printer...

"There is no dignity at all!" Zhao Yimian described her married life in this way, "I took a shower, blow-dried my hair, and my clothes were washed, watched a movie, ate potato chips, and browsed the comment section. The floor has been mopped, and after dinner, if I don’t get up immediately to clean up the table, it’s not even my turn to put the dishes in the dishwasher…”

Ms. Song used to talk about it for more than ten or twenty years, but she couldn't talk about hardworking people. After only one month of marriage, she was full of enthusiasm for housework-mainly because she didn't do anything. It's really too strong!

Am I, Zhao Yimian, a person who relies on my own hands to make a living, okay?

"Alipay arrives: 10000 yuan."

"I don't eat savage food!"

"One kiss for 1000 yuan, one kiss first, the remaining nine are owed."

"Okay, I owe you, remember to ask me for it!"

"I won't forget."

Confirm the payment, happy.

Shen Manyu: "..."

After learning about her friend's married life, she couldn't help but ask real questions.

People in her Shen family are more or less a bit of a cleanliness freak, and she is an exception. It is not at all to the extent that the angle of placing an item is strictly regulated, but their family should not spoil their wives too much this gene...

Her father and mother are almost fifty, and the day before yesterday they were still fighting over the fact that the other party didn't shoot him when they played mahjong!

When Shen Mingchu was with Zhao Yimian before, what she was worried about was that the little cabbages raised by her family were being pushed by pigs.

Now—she felt sour from the bottom of her heart.

Like a lemon on a tree.

What kind of immortal married life is this...Every word Zhao Yimian sent, she felt that it was full of strong desire to show off.

If you don't want this kind of life, give it to me!

……

Of course Zhao Yimian would not give up such a life.

In fact, she was so happy that she couldn’t find her way to the north. She was a pigeon spirit who could ask for leave three times a week. Someone asked bluntly, did some reader get the address, and now the knife is resting on the neck to code?

Zhao Yimian: "..." Is this how I look in your eyes?

"It's really disappointing! I'm obviously very diligent, okay! Asking for leave, it's a last resort, and there are reasons for it. Sometimes I can't write something, and I can't force it. When the cow has no milk, the milk is squeezed out. It can only be blood, the author has no inspiration, and what is squeezed out can only be shit, isn’t it feeding shit to my readers..."

Zhao Yimian complained to Shen Mingchu, complained and complained, then sighed again, buried in her arms and cried out: "Ah——"

Shen Mingchu said: "What's wrong?"

"I really suck at writing, it's not that shit is better than shit."

Shen Mingchu hugged the girl in his arms, amused and distressed.

She can understand this kind of anxiety. When creating something, she desires to be recognized by the outside world. Needless to say, that kind of anxiety is not recognized, but if it is recognized, will one or two works become popular?With that came even more pressure.

Actors are most afraid of reaching the peak after their debut, and creators like Zhao Yimian are also most afraid of reaching the peak after one book.

Ambitious actors will not want to play many roles, but the audience will only remember the first one in their minds. For ambitious creators, living under the unreadable mountain created by themselves is also a pain. things.

It was rare for Zhao Yimian to pour out her pain to Shen Mingchu.

"...my favorite work is the first novel I wrote."

"At that time, I didn't understand anything, I didn't know what an outline was, and I didn't understand what a data was, so I came in at a loss and coded according to my own mood. I wrote more if I liked it, and less when I didn't have time. Slowly, three or two readers found my novel and left comments, not afraid of your jokes, I really felt at that time that the world was bright."

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The author has something to say:

Tomorrow I will be on the folder, because of the ranking on the folder, so I can’t update it that day, this chapter will be sent out in advance~~~!