In her sleep, she only felt the mattress swaying, as if she was sitting on a boat floating on the water. So, she felt that her father and mother must have played a game similar to rowing on her back.
"Oh, no, your little mother always turns over when she sleeps. She is not honest. I pushed her just now. Did you wake you up?" Wen Xuan's voice was calm and quietly pulled the quilt to his own in the darkness.
On my neck, I was afraid that my daughter would see her body without any slimness.
So, He Mengjie didn't dare to move, so she could only curl up in the quilt to pretend to be asleep.
Wen Tingyu seemed relieved when she heard her father explaining, so she continued to lie down and sleep: "Oh, Dad, don't wake up the little mother..." and then continued to fall asleep.
He Mengjie didn't dare to move casually for a while until she heard Wen Tingyu's heavy and even breathing again, and then she moved her body slightly.
As soon as he moved, Wenxuan's hot body immediately touched him, and he started to complete the "career" that he had not yet completed.
He Mengjie felt shy again when she thought that Wen Tingyu had almost seen it just now. She pushed him gently and whispered in his ear: "Forget it, how dangerous..."
Wenxuan pinched her waist heavily and retorted softly: "How is that possible? When the cannon is fired, it must fire the shells!"
"But... um..." He Mengjie wanted to say it, but Wenxuan decisively sealed it with a kiss.
After a long time, the two of them breathed slightly and separated each other's lips. Wenxuan blew in He Mengjie's ear and said, "Why don't we go to the sofa?"
He Mengjie immediately objected: "The sofa is a little narrow and uncomfortable."
"Why go to the bathroom?"
“The place is too small and wet…”
"Then go to the windowsill."
“Oh, don’t lean against the windows and feel unsafe.”
"Why are the carpets too soft on the ground?"
"Woooo...then you'll be on the bed-ah..." He Mengjie was sneak attacked by someone before she could finish her words.
So the next day, Wen Tingyu stared at He Mengjie's neck with confusion: "Little Mom, were there mosquitoes in the hotel room yesterday?"
He Mengjie's face turned red with shame and hesitated and said "yes" in response.
Wen Tingyu believed it, so he grabbed her arm and said, "Why don't you call Tingyu and kill mosquitoes? I like to slap mosquitoes the most."
He Mengjie hurriedly showed a loving face and said, "You were so tired yesterday and slept so well. Why did your little mother be willing to scream you?"
Wen Tingyutian really said "oh" twice, lowered her head and started to eat breakfast. He Mengjie breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that after a night of sleep, she probably forgot about the "rowing game".
But He Mengjie's tone was just half relieved, so she continued to speak: "Little Mom, I woke up last night. I heard from my dad that you always turn over when you sleep. Are you having a nightmare?"
He Mengjie quickly smiled and said, "Yes, I dreamed of being chased by a bad person yesterday. Fortunately, your father pushed me and I woke up a little, and then I never had nightmares again."
Wen Tingyu clapped her hands and smiled and said, "That's great. Next time we will sleep three of us, I'll sleep in the middle. When you have a nightmare, I'll push you and wake you up.