A house with two bedrooms and two living rooms.

Zhou Hua bought it two years ago because he wanted to have a place to live.

Now, with the little girl in his arms on the bed, a wonderful mood suddenly rises in his heart.

That's where it will no longer be a cold house, but a home for both of them.

Home.

This word for him may have been a little strange, around the relatives one by one left, he has gradually become accustomed to a person, a person to eat, a person to watch TV, a person in and out.

Through these days in Xiaoran's place while eating and drinking, he suddenly felt that his childhood feeling was back.

Some people accompanied him to talk and laugh, cooking, which in his opinion boring extreme things, began to become fun.

Every time he looked at her busy figure in the kitchen, he felt that he was happy and had not been abandoned by the world.

Now seeing her sleeping, his heart is more excited.

Looking at her from such a close distance, it seems like the first time.

Her white round face is full of red after drunk, and her long eyelashes are like Barbie dolls. In addition, her high nose and small lips like cherry arouse the desire of protection in men's hearts.

"Well, brother Zhou, let's keep drinking."

When Zhou Huazheng was watching, the little girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her mouth and made a vague voice, which probably meant to continue drinking.

Zhou Hua was about to wake up. Her body, which was close to her, immediately stood up, far away from her.

Pretending to be calm and steady, he stood for a long time like a sculpture. He found that she was just talking nonsense in a drunken and hazy way. Then he took a breath and leaned down slightly to cover her quilt carefully.

He helped her cover the quilt very gently, for fear of waking her up.

But who could have thought that he gently picked up a corner of the quilt, she just turned over with a big stab, just took his arm holding the corner in her arms.

That is to say, Xiaoran, who was drunk, put his arm around him and rubbed it in his arms. [content revision] ···

Zhou Hua was embarrassed and quickly stopped looking away from his eyes. But even then, his body temperature was inexplicably talked about, and his heart, which was well controlled by him, jumped wildly.

"Don't think about it. Don't think about it." He swallowed the throat fiercely. He meditated again and again in his heart, trying to lower his body temperature and the restless thoughts in his heart with such a method of "looking not at others".

After a few minutes of psychological struggle, it was not easy to calm down the mood, she was an unconscious move to hook up.

Zhou Hua gently closed his eyes, and he was suffering from both caution and caution, trying to pull his arm out of her arms.

"Well, don't grab my pillow ~"

just after a little twitch, the people on the bed hummed, a discontented expression of being disturbed by a good dream.

Zhou Hua was made to cry and laugh, so this silly girl took his arm as her pillow?

Gently leaning over, he took a pillow that was free on the bed, pulled out his arm and stuffed the pillow into her arms.

Only to see her mouth pursed two times, baby face rubbed on the pillow, continue to sleep comfortably.

Zhou Hua looks at it quietly, her gentle face is dizzy, and she smiles faintly.

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