He Mengjie smiled silly and shook her hand quickly: "No, how can there be trouble?" Besides, she was very confident that as long as people like Wenxuan don't want to have trouble, they will definitely not have one.
He Dasheng stood up and patted He Mengjie on the shoulder: "Grandpa is just worried about this, so I feel relieved after hearing what you said. I went in and slept. If you are willing to wait for them, just wait here."
He Mengjie immediately accompanied him to smile and helped He Dasheng into the house.
By the time they came out again, Wenxuan and Wen Tingyu had already come out after taking a shower. Their hair was wet and they looked very cute.
He Mengjie happily went to take a shower. When she came out, Wenxuan had already coaxed Wen Tingyu to sleep.
He Mengjie went into the house and looked at Wen Tingyu. She slept soundly, and her slender eyelashes hung quietly on her eyes, just like the sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.
When He Mengjie came out, she saw Wenxuan sitting in the yard, where He Dasheng had just sat.
"You are so powerful that you can coax Tingyu to bed so quickly." He Mengjie sat down beside him and said with a chuckling.
Wenxuan tilted his head and looked at him, blinking: "It's a must, I still have to wait to measure your waist."
He Mengjie suddenly became shy and lowered her head and refused to speak.
His cheeks sank, and his fingers were already stroked. The fingertips seemed to be carrying electricity, which made He Mengjie's heart tremble.
His fingers gently stroked He Mengjie's smooth cheeks for a while, then slid on her eyebrows and then fell on her eyes.
He stroked her slender eyelashes with his fingertips, smiled gently, then leaned down and landed his warm and soft lips on her eyelids.
He Mengjie's body trembled gently, her eyes closed involuntarily, and her face slightly raised, as if she was carrying some sweet invitation.
Then, amid her short breath and her heartbeat like a drum, she felt his heavy breath warmly and warmly spread on the tip of her nose.
When the two of them touched each other's soft lips, the galloping heartbeat suddenly stopped. As the sky turned, the whole world was still and solidified. Only that almost trembling feeling slowly surrounded her and spread.
Finally melted into her blood.
He Mengjie felt that her blood boiled in an instant, suppressing her enthusiasm for a long time, and once it was ignited, it turned into a raging flame.
She reached out and climbed his neck and threw herself into the stormy enthusiasm. She forgot to breathe and forget the whole world until the suffocation finally forced them to separate.
He Mengjie was panting and blushing, but her expression was like a budding flower, which was particularly tempting, making Wenxuan feel turbulent.
He couldn't help but lower his head, and kissed her gently on the cheek, then reached out and gently took her arm that was tightly clamping her neck and took it down.
He sat upright and looked up at the sky. It was not that he didn't want to look at her, but that he couldn't look at her anymore.
He is a man, and some kind of passion will become out of control once it is ignited, so he must restrain himself.
He took a deep breath and slowly calmed down the feelings in his heart, before he dared to tilt his head to see her.
She was staring at herself blankly with her eyes open, as if she didn't understand why he suddenly cooled down like this.
His heart softened, but he had a stern face. He reached out and flicked her forehead. "Your nose is too high, it's a bit of a problem." He said seriously.