"It's just a little cold." Shangguan Lie grabbed her little cold hand and put it on his lips to kiss him gently.
"It's okay to get up after sleeping, and now it's so late, the military doctor has already gone to bed."
"But..." Tong Shuya wanted to say something, but Shangguan Lie suddenly bent down, picked her up in the waist, walked over, and put the person on the bed.
"No, but, you lie down first, I'll coax the little guy to bed first, and then come to accompany you." Shangguan Lie leaned against her ear and murmured.
Tong Shuya stopped and it took a long time to make a sound, "Do you want to sleep here?"
After the two got married, "Shangguan Lie" never spent the night in her room. How could he suddenly want to sleep here today?
Tong Shuya couldn't understand what was going on in front of her.
Could it be that she is dreaming again?
That's why did he feel so differently about Shangguan Lie in such a short time?
Tong Shuya lay in a cushion between the pillow and quilt, and was confused.
Shangguan Lie walked to the edge of the small bed, picked up the little ghost head who was very energetic, frowned, and tried to recall how Tong Shuya usually coaxed him, and then began to shake it gently.
The light inside was very dark, and the slight shaking and a breath that made him feel at ease, the little guy fell asleep quickly.
Shangguan Lie did not put the little guy back immediately, but stood by the small bed for a while before carefully putting the person in the bed, turning around and lifting the quilt and crawling in.
Tong Shuya lay quietly on the pillow, her expression blank and blank, as if she could not confirm whether everything in front of her was real or a dream.
The confusion and uncertainty in the watery eyes made Shangguan Lie's heart suddenly thrust.
"What are you thinking?" Shangguan Lie reached out and took the person into his arms, and their bodies were tightly pressed together.
Surrounded by a pair of solid arms, Tong Shuya blinked, and the confusion in her eyes faded a little, "Nothing..."
She always has an illusion that her dream may still be in front of her.
But if it is a dream, why is the body in the hand so real?
A slightly trembling hand stroked the body in front of him. Tong Shuya sighed silently, lowered her head, and buried her face gently into his shoulder, "Your body is very cold, isn't it cold? Let's go and ask the military doctor's help