Chapter 87

Lu Nancheng's big hand gently brushed the bandaged wound, his warm fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes were dark. Song Jin looked at his eyes as dark as the night sky, and could not see the emotion contained in them.

But the gentle touch of his fingertips made her shudder. The old aunt couldn't stand the tenderness of little fresh meat. She suddenly took out her hand and pulled the quilt to lie down.

Lu Nancheng looked at her body is still wearing daytime clothes, thoughtful pajamas handed over: "change will be more comfortable."

Song Jin nodded, but saw that he stood in front of the bed and didn't mean to go away. How would she change it?

Lu Nancheng's gentle eyes are still on her, not blazing but not bland. Her pale face slowly climbs up to the silky blush, holding her pajamas and looking at him with big eyes, how can she not know what she means.

He did not go out, simply back to her and sat down at the end of the bed: "you change it."

“……”

The old aunt's face turned red completely. Although Song Jin was careless in other aspects and acted in an elegant style, once the opposite sex was involved, she was a rookie and a girl's heart was pounding.

He looked at Lu Nancheng's broad back, gritted his teeth, quickly took off his clothes and put them on. Then he pulled over the quilt and lay down. The clothes she had changed were thrown on the quilt and picked up one by one. Finally, he hooked up the black bra.

Song Jin's face is red, almost dripping blood, only showing a pair of eyes outside. Lu Nancheng's index finger is gently hooked, her eyes walk around from above, and the smile of her lips is blooming.

"Lunan city."

She is not high not low drink, he is smiling: "Song Jin, don't be shy, we are husband and wife."

"That's not true, either."

"No, it's true."

His tone serious, Song Jin only when he deliberately said so, side body: "you put down my clothes."

"Well."

He folded his big hand casually and spread his bra on the top. He touched it gently with his fingertips and deepened his eyes with his back to her, which was similar to what he thought.

Song Jin's eyes follow him carefully until he gets up after putting away his clothes. The big stone in her heart falls down, pulls the quilt and begins to rest.

Outside the window, the bright light falls into the room. Lu Nancheng steps to close the curtain. The room darkens. Song Jin in the quilt closes her eyes to rest. He stands at the end of the bed and describes her delicate features.

Her complexion is white and tender, and her facial features are not very delicate or even slightly flawed when viewed separately. But when combined, she is beautiful and generous. In addition, her cunning eyes and ancient spirit add some aura to her. No matter what occasion, she is always just right.

She emigrated abroad with her parents when she was young, and her mother died early. She lived with Dr. Song, but how Dr. Song, who was just in a hurry to work, educated such an excellent girl. She seemed to have a mystery, which always attracted him to explore. Whether she was Song Jin or not, she was already Mrs. Lu.

Song Jin closed her eyes to breathe, suddenly felt a burst of sparse, and then the quilt was lifted, someone also lightly squeezed up.

She leaned on her side and pretended to be asleep. Lu Nancheng lay down beside her and gathered up the quilt. Her hand seemed to be across her head, with something pressing on her head.

She still didn't open her eyes, and even breathed steadily. The light in the room was dim. Lu Nancheng thought she was tired and fell asleep, and she didn't dare to move. She found a posture to sit in. Listening to her steady breathing, her heart was calm.

After a long time, Song Jin really fell asleep, his head tilted and rolled to his arms, his hairy head under his chin, his hair rubbing on his chin, crisp and itchy.

Lu Nancheng didn't dare to move. Her small head continued to arch in her arms, and finally developed into a whole person nestled in his arms, and even gently hugged his waist.

Song Jin's sleeping posture has always been wonderful. When they first slept in the same bed, she was a little more honest. After a period of time, she began to become more reckless and showed her nature completely.

Lu Nancheng put his hand around her carefully and put her injured hand on it.

Song Jin had a good sleep. When she woke up, the room was dark and she couldn't see the time, but she felt her stomach growling. She took her mobile phone to see the time, and it was past noon.

She immediately sat up from the bed, touched the injured hand, frowned deeply. She looked around and didn't see Lu Nancheng. She didn't know when he would get up.

Song Jin stepped on her slippers to open the curtain, and the bright Guangquan tribe outside came in. She bathed in the sun, stretched out, and was ready to go downstairs with a lazy expression on her face. Suddenly, she heard the sound of opening the door.

She looked back. Lu Nancheng came up straight with a plate. There were several bowls on it. There was a smell of food in the air. Her stomach screamed even more. She turned and walked away with a smile.

Lu Nancheng asked her to sit on the sofa while he sat on the small stool opposite. He opened the lid and handed her the wet towel.

Song Jin wiped her hand, happily holding chopsticks, but she felt a little pain in her hand, so she had to change her hand.

Lu Nancheng looked at her holding chopsticks with her left hand. Her action was very strange. She almost fed her nose with a bite of the dish. He laughed low.Old aunt don't face ah, Song Jin had to be careful to clip vegetables, but today's vegetables have Maodou, she can't clip up, either fall in the bowl, or fall on the tea table, or directly roll to the floor, she disheartened tight face, small temper faint up.

Lu Nancheng sees everything in his eyes, suddenly holds her hand and forcefully pulls out chopsticks. Song Jin refuses, but he still takes them away.

"I'll do it."

“……”

The small temper on her face has not gone away, and her eyes are wide open. Lu Nancheng's well-defined fingers are holding a bowl and holding a mouthful of rice to her mouth: "open your mouth."

Song Jin's face is slightly red, and she is fed with fresh meat, which is a treatment she has never had before. What's more, the man is Lu Nancheng, who is famous. When his dark eyes look at her, they are doting on her, which makes her feel that she is the one he dotes on.

But Song Jin's mind is very clear, Lu Nancheng will not like her, but they have an agreement, all this is false, when the date comes, they go their own way.

She opened her mouth and said, "which do you like?"

"Whatever. I'm a good child who's not picky about food."

"Well, drink the chicken soup later."

“……”

Not picky does not mean love to drink chicken soup, Song Jin drum mouth, eyes cunning: "recently I am losing weight."

"You're already in perfect shape." In order to cooperate with this sentence, Lu Nancheng's sharp eyes swept from the top to the bottom. Especially, she stayed on her chest for a while. She seemed to be wearing rags to see the inside. This made Song Jin's face more red, and immediately stabilized her surging mood.

"I want to be more perfect."

"Mrs. Lu is demanding so much that Mr. Lu is under great pressure."