Wenxuan was startled, then looked back at her and winked at her with a very ambiguous expression.
But soon, Wenxuan felt the pain of losing both his life and money.
Because, after returning home, Wen Tingyu began to get tired of He Mengjie and asked: "Little mother, sleep with me today, sleep with me?"
He Mengjie held back her laughter and turned to look at Wenxuan. Wenxuan's eyes were very gloomy.
The corners of He Mengjie's mouth almost trembled, and she finally couldn't help laughing. She patted Wen Tingyu's head and said, "Ask your father if he agrees. If he agrees, my little mother will sleep with you."
How could Wenxuan disagree? How dare he disagree.
After taking a bath, He Mengjie lay down next to Wen Tingyu, patting his body and humming a children's song until she felt a little drowsy.
Then, she suddenly felt as if there were two burning eyes on her face. She turned her head carelessly and saw Wenxuan standing at the door.
He had also taken a shower, and his hair was wet and hanging on his head. He lay on the door frame and turned to look at her with a bit of ecstasy and a bit of resentment in his eyes.
He Mengjie burst out laughing with a "chock". Why did she feel that the way he held the door frame looked like he was pole dancing?
Wenxuan's nose wrinkled, and then his eyebrows came together.
He tiptoed in and stood beside the bed, looking down at Wen Tingyu.
Wen Tingyu's thick eyelashes covered her eyes and she fell asleep peacefully.
Wenxuan snorted softly from his nose, glared at He Mengjie, and said softly: "You did it on purpose, right?"
He Mengjie covered her mouth and chuckled, saying nothing.
Wenxuan leaned over, stretched out his long arm, and hooked He Mengjie's waist.
He Mengjie covered her mouth and shouted softly, then quickly knocked off his hand: "Stop pressing the child, be more serious!"
Wenxuan raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand, and shook his chin: "Let's go!"
He Mengjie remained motionless.
Wenxuan tried to seduce her again, but she quickly got off the bed with a chuckle.
As soon as his feet hit the ground, they were immediately suspended in the air.
Wenxuan unexpectedly picked her up and walked out the door.
"Oh, I haven't put on my shoes yet..." He Mengjie said softly.
"No need to wear it."
"Why?"
"I'll send you back when you're done." Wenxuan lowered his head and buried his lips in the crook of her neck, his voice unclear.
After entering the room and closing the door, He Mengjie was thrown onto the big bed. Before she could even take a breath, Wenxuan pressed her tightly under her body.
His lips were soft and hot, covering her snow-white neck, occasionally nibbling lightly, which made He Mengjie feel numb and itchy, and she couldn't help but giggle.
"Are you a dog?" He Mengjie said with a chuckle.
Wenxuan raised his head, his dark eyes misty, "I am a wolf." Then he lowered his head again.
For a long time, the two of them hugged each other and slept in their pajamas.
He Mengjie's heart was agitated and she couldn't help but ask: "Why did you stop?"
At the critical moment when he was about to break through the bottom line, he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, but never touched her again.
She was happy and disappointed. What she was happy about was that his restraint showed that he cherished her, but what was disappointing was that she was actually longing for further sacrifice in her heart.
It's not that she has no sense of shame, it's just that she can't help herself. In her life, there has never been a man who moved her heart so much and made her feel safe.