She washed herself clean, turned around and threw the soap to him, then picked up her towel and said, "I'm fine."

After saying that, she walked calmly past him and arrived at the bathroom door. Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the bedroom quickly.

In fact, she was really afraid that he would treat her if she was inside!

It seems that she is thinking too much.

She took the clothes, but before she could finish it, Ye Jue walked out.

He raised his eyebrows and walked over and took her into his arms.

Song Yan yelled softly: "You put on your clothes quickly."

"No." He said willfully.

"Ye Jue, are you a hooligan?" She reached out and turned off the light behind her, and the room was pitch black again.

He had just come out of it, his hands were still warm, his fingertips landed on her back and gently slid over.

Song Yan trembled, subconsciously hugged Ye Jue tightly, and her face pressed against his chest.

His hands are so hot and his chest is so hot.

He was rubbing her head with the towel he had just taken out.

She moved for a moment, and Ye Jue said softly: "Wife, don't move, your head is still wet."

"Yeah." She nodded, leaning her little face obediently against his chest. The heat on her face seemed to have dropped a little, and he did not take any next moves to her.

She enjoyed his tenderness very much.

"Ye Jue, how can I wipe it dry like this? My head is long, why not, blow it off." She asked softly.

He said "hmm", suddenly pressed her on the bed, touched Hei and picked up her chin, and kissed her.

I want to avoid it again, there is no way!

His kiss seemed to be about to burst into flames. The woman under him hugged him tightly and said, "Ye Jue, let's have children like this."

His body stiffened and his movements became lighter.

"I want kids."

He completely lost his movements.

Even though it was pitch black, Song Yan could still feel the man looking up at her.

He didn't respond to her for a long time.

She called carefully: "Ye Jue."

“…”

No response for a long time.

"Ye Jue, why don't you talk? We want a child."

"Why do you suddenly want a child?" He wanted to wait for another two years, and she was only more than ten years old.

"I... haven't gone to school." She hugged his neck tightly, feeling a little depressed. Ye Jue seemed to reject the child's problem: "Don't you like the child?"

Ye Jue lowered his head and hugged Song Yan tightly: "I like it, as long as you give birth to me, I like it."

"That……"

"Then let's live."

“Um…”

It was only seven o'clock when I woke up.

Ye Jue's injury has been cured, but the team will not give him tasks for the time being. At least, he cannot participate in important tasks.

When she woke up, she heard a "swish" sound coming from the kitchen. Song Yan got out of bed, wearing long-sleeved pajamas, and walked into the kitchen.

I saw Ye Jue squatting at the kitchen door, with his back facing her, and brushing the pot!

Song Yan asked, "Ye Jue, what are you doing?"

Ye Jue looked back at her, and saw that she was not wearing any shoes, he walked out, frowned, and said seriously: "Wife, put on the shoes quickly."

Song Yan said "Oh", returned to the bedroom to put on her shoes, and then walked out again. Seeing that Ye Jue had already gotten up, she walked over and hugged him from behind and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Cook porridge for you."

"I'll do it."

"No, go back and continue to sleep. When I get better, I will call you. When I go to Yuankewei, I will send you to see you. "Ye Jue turned around, put his hands on Song Yan's shoulders, and gently pushed her out of the kitchen.

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Chapter completed!