After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

A click, the sound of the door lock turning.

When Song Rao opened the door, he found that there was no one on the bed, and he suddenly called out worriedly, "Jiang Yi?"

When I stepped forward, I saw that there was no one on the bed.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and Song Rao was a little worried about her, so he came over to have a look.

Because the thunderstorm was so violent this time, the power supply at home was suddenly cut off. Song Rao searched for a long time in the dark room before finding his little girl behind the curtains.

There was lightning flashing outside the window, and Song Rao saw her face was white and her eyes were red.

When he was discovered, there was a hint of confusion in his beautiful apricot eyes, and he hid behind the curtain.

"Are you afraid of thunder?"

Song Rao was surprised for a while, then reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"..."

Jiang Yi silently hung up Wen Xuan's call. She was afraid of thunder, but she was a little moved. Her biological parents were not as reliable as her sisters, and then her eyes became red.

She blinked, stretched out her arms and hugged Song Rao's waist, and replied dully, "Yeah."

So scared, scared to die.

In Song Rao's eyes, Jiang Yi is now like a little white rabbit who was frightened and cried by the thunder and lightning, and kept digging into his arms.

His brows and eyes became colder and colder, showing a sense of abstinence, but the more he wanted to calm down, his heart frequently surged with anger, and the cooler body temperature slowly rose.

Song Rao carried Jiang Yi back to the bed, and then wrapped her into a caterpillar with the quilt. He hugged Jiang Yi through the quilt, and said to her, "Now you can sleep."

"..." I slept with a hammer!

Jiang Yi was speechless. Does she think Song Rao is mentally ill?

She took the initiative to send it to the door, but this guy wrapped her tightly, and she wanted to take the opportunity to touch his eight-pack abs! Fuck your **** now!

Jiang Yi stuck out a small head from the quilt, "It's so hot, don't you cover the quilt?"

"I'm not cold."

"You'll catch a cold."

"Are you caring about me?"

"Ok."

He couldn't help but chuckle, low and clear, in a very good mood.

Then, no more.

The room fell into silence. Jiang Yi bit his lip and went out of his way, and said to him directly, "Song Rao, do you want to cover me with a quilt?"

"No, I'm not cold."

"?" Is this still the dog man she knew? !

Jiang Yi raised his eyes to look at him, and the lightning flashed outside, just in time to see Song Rao's face clearly.

Qing, noble and handsome, the facial features are as delicate as carvings, with sharp edges and corners. Eyes are closed, hair is a little messy, less abstinence, more lazy.

She couldn't help but think of the last time she installed a camera in Song Rao's house, and then saw the picture of him taking a bath, her face suddenly became hot, and it was even hotter when she was wrapped in a quilt.

"Hoohoo...hoohoohoo..."

Jiang Yi blew on Song Rao's face, and the air that came out was hot.

"..." He opened his eyes, his expression was cold, and his eyes were unpleasant. I was about to fall asleep, but she was irritated by her blowing, and I wanted to do it to her.

Jiang Yi was not afraid of him, and said aggrievedly, "It's so hot, can you let me go?"

"No." He just wanted to hug her to sleep.

"Then go into the bed and hug me."

"No, that would be hotter."

"It won't be hot if you take it off."

"?" Song Rao's eyes darkened a bit, and after a long time, he said indifferently, "You are confused today, and I don't care about you. If something really happened, you wouldn't even be able to cry."

Then he reached out and patted Jiang Yi's head, and said in a commanding tone, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Yi was going to die of anger, she took the initiative a little bit, this guy actually said she was unconscious?

She knows it! She just wanted to touch his abs! ! !