In the evening, Wen Yin did not let Song Chengyu enter the room.
Even though Song Chengyu took a bath, she still asked him to move a chair to the living room to sleep.
Song Chengyu didn't know how to sweet talk, let alone be mean in front of a woman, not to mention he didn't think anything was wrong at all, so he didn't bother to argue with Wen Yin, and he really didn't enter the room if he said he wouldn't.
In the middle of the night, Wen Yin finished reading a book of medical skills found by Hanmei, and then lay on the bed thinking about some details of the Song family case.
When he got up to get a glass of water, he noticed Song Chengyu lying in the hall.
That face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes is very beautiful.
It's just that his tall and big body was a bit out of place lying on a "bed" made up of several chairs.
Can't help but make people feel a little distressed.
This is a majestic major general, a dominating figure on the battlefield.
It would be so aggrieved if someone saw his funny and pitiful appearance now.
Otherwise, let him go to bed.
Wen Yin's heart softened and she took two steps forward to wake him up.
But she found that this man was holding her bellyband in his arms.
She felt very complicated for a moment.
I can't tell whether I should be happy or angry.
She had better take this thing away first and let Hanmei burn it tomorrow.
The thing Nalan Rongjin touched was still a private object. She could not respond to whatever she thought.
Just when I was about to reach out and take it
Song Chengyu woke up.
A pair of eyes met hers, frightening Wen Yin to the point where her feet went weak and she almost fell.
Fortunately, Song Chengyu's big hands supported her and she didn't fall.
It's just that those hands were restless and pressed her softest part.
I don’t know if Song Chengyu did it on purpose, but he even rubbed it twice.
Wen Yin's face turned red and she quickly stood up and took several steps back.
Song Chengyu sat up and looked at her: "Don't you want to sleep?"
Wen Yin's face turned red with embarrassment, and she held her hands in front of her, alert.
She swallowed and said, "I'm thirsty, find some water to drink."
He responded, then fell down and continued to sleep.
Wen Yin stood there depressed, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Song Chengyu closed his eyes for a while, but seeing that she hadn't left yet, he stood up again and asked, "Do you want me to go back to the room to sleep?"
Wen Yin pursed her lips, tried her best to think about Song Chengyu, and tried her best to tell herself that she would live a good life with Song Chengyu in this life.
Since we are husband and wife, there is no reason for your newlywed husband to sleep on a hard bench.
So Wen Yin nodded lightly.
Song Chengyu raised his eyebrows, and as soon as he stood up, he had already "flyed" in front of her.
Then Wen Yin's body lightened up and fell into Song Chengyu's arms.
Wen Yin was startled and almost shouted.
But worrying that it was midnight, she lowered her voice: "What are you doing? Put me down."
"I'm going to bed."
"You can sleep when you sleep. Why are you holding me? Let me go."
"I want to sleep with my wife in my arms."
Wen Yin pushed his shoulder, but it was as hard as a rock.
She could only settle for the next best thing.
"You can hug me, but don't touch me."
"good."
"Just close your eyes and sleep when you go to bed. Don't bother."
"good."
"I have to get up early to read a book tomorrow, don't delay me."
"good."
Song Chengyu agreed to whatever Wen Yin said.
But that's not the case when it comes to bed, it's just a matter of force.
Wen Yin would rather die than obey...
Song Chengyu finally felt Wen Yin's resistance and finally stopped.
"Brother told me that women's thoughts are unpredictable. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. You were so indifferent to me before I went to bed last night. I thought that I would be like this for the rest of my life.
Things have gone on, but last night you completely ignited me with passion, and I thought I would have a good time to reminisce about it tonight, but you didn't even let me go to bed."
"I thought I would just spend the night with the chair tonight, but you came and asked me to go to bed with you again. Now I am in the mood and want to feel the tenderness of my wife, but you are so resistant. Can you give it to me?
Please explain, what happened to you?"
The eldest brother said that the eldest sister-in-law is like the sky. Sometimes it is sunny, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes rainy. Sometimes it can be sunny, cloudy, and rainy all at the same time.
At first he thought his elder brother was being funny and exaggerating.
Now he really felt it.
This woman next to me would let him sleep for a while, not let him sleep for a while, let him sleep for a while, and not let him sleep for a while.
baffling.
Wen Yin was a little confused as she listened to his ramble, but then she realized what she was doing.
"I asked you to go to bed, and I didn't ask you to do that to me..."
"You didn't let me do that to you, and you still let me go to bed?"
"Going to bed and that are separate things."
"But I don't think so."
"..."
"What's the point of going to bed if not that."
"..."
"Next time, think clearly before calling me."
"..."
This is actually her fault.
Wen Yin was angry.
…
Xiangzhu entered the house early in the morning and saw the chairs arranged as a "small bed" in the living room.
Then I knew that the young lady and my uncle slept separately last night.
Song Chengyu went to the martial arts training ground to practice before dawn.
Xiangzhu entered the room with hot water, twisted the towel carefully, and waited until the temperature was just right before handing the towel to Wen Yin to wipe her face.
Wipe it clean and offer a bottle of pearl oil for skin care.
After finishing this, Wen Yin sat in front of the desk and continued reading about yesterday's medical skills.
Xiangzhu went to the living room without saying a word and cleaned up the mess left by Song Chengyu last night.
There are seven or eight solid mahogany chairs. It is quite difficult for a little girl to move them.
There is no reason why Xiangzhu makes a banging sound.
Wen Yin looked at the mahogany chair outside and stood up.
When Xiangzhu saw his lady put down her book, she couldn't help but asked, "Did you disturb the lady?"
Wen Yin shook her head.
Instead, he was pacing in the living room, counting in his mouth.
Xiangzhu was puzzled, but didn't ask. He just waited silently, waiting for Wen Yin's instructions.
After a while, Wen Yin pointed to a seven-foot antique vase under the window and said: "Get rid of this, find a carpenter to make a couch here, and match it with a suitable cushion, and leave some space on the cushion.
The four holes are suitable for placing a small hollow table, and the table is also hollow for placing chess pieces inside."
This is a style of couch that has only been seen in the palace.
Wen Yin only met him when Song Chengyu was granted the title of General after his death and entered the palace.
At the time, I just thought it was novel, but I didn't expect that I would place one in the living room.
"Is this couch made for my uncle to use?"
"Well, so you have to pay attention to the size so that he can't lie in it."
As Wen Yin spoke, she took a pen and paper in her hand and drew a pattern for Xiangzhu. Various dimensions were also marked on the paper, which was very detailed.
Xiangzhu went out with the drawings, and when she came back, he told Wen Yin that the couch would be delivered in three days.
"Well, let's find two boys to move the imperial concubine's couch in the yard. Someone will use it in the next three days."
Xiangzhu knows who it is for without asking.
From this, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. It was not a good thing for the couple to sleep in separate beds.
