Male God Please Lie Down

"Today is a tired day, let's go to bed first!"

Yintian stretched out his hand and hugged Qingming in his arms. The first time he held a woman, he was still a little nervous.

At the same time he was holding Qingming, his hand was still slightly shaking-shaking.

His arms are very warm, and his chest is relatively strong. When he touches him, he feels a sense of security.

Qingming fell asleep quickly, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The person in his arms was soft and whispered, still carrying a burst of fragrance, but this fragrance, this softness, turned out to be the source of his sleeplessness.

The flames in his heart ignited all of a sudden, and Yin Tian felt thirst for waves, but he didn't know how to get these things done.

Just stare like that until dawn.

When Qing Ming woke up, his whole body was warm.

When I slept alone, my feet felt very cold at dawn.

Now it is warm, and it is really nice to have a big heater next to him.

"Are you awake? Still not asleep!?"

As soon as Qing Ming opened his eyes, he saw Yin Tian's wide open eyes, looking very energetic, but under his eyes, there was a shadow.

It looks like I haven't slept again.

"No sleep!"

Seeing her waking up, Yintian dared to move his body and lifted the quilt to get out.

They were all sleeping in thin clothes. It was morning at this time, and the tall little tent below was also very eye-catching.

Yintian was a little embarrassed, so he hurried to the side and put on the clothes.

"I'm going outside to make breakfast, it's cold, you will be sleeping in bed!"

Yintian finished this sentence and went out wearing clothes.

Qingming was still lying in the quilt. The quilt was very warm with the smell of sunlight on it, which was very refreshing.

Lying in it, it's very warm.

Qingming lay there again for a while, then got up.

When I walked outside, I saw that Yintian was already busy on the stove.

"I won't do the delicate things you make, but it should be okay."

Seeing Qing Ming getting up, Yintian said.

Qingming walked over and saw that he had made sweet potato porridge and steamed cornmeal buns.

When I came here, I just got it right, and bursts of water vapor plopped up.

Qingming stood there for a while, feeling a moment of comfort on his face.

Seeing Yintian put the steamed buns in the bowl, and filled a bowl of porridge, let Qingming put it on the table, and ate it by himself first.

Qingming sat down and ate the steamed buns.

The cornmeal is very fragrant, with the taste of corn in it, and a refreshing fragrance in the mouth.

I took another sip of the porridge. The sweet potatoes were sweet and the porridge was very soft and glutinous.

In the big winter, eating this thing is very comfortable.

Yintian installed some and carried it to the aunt's room.

After a while, he came out, sat beside Qingming, and ate with her.

Yintian went out after breakfast.

Qingming cleaned all the dishes and chopsticks, and the aunt only got up.

The two of them sat outside while basking in the sun, while making cotton clothes together with the cotton and floral cloth they had bought.

"Mother, what shall we eat for lunch?"

The two stayed outside for a long while, and Qingming saw that it was late and could also have lunch.