One Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-Six Sleeping Together (I)

Zhao Chuning looked at Tang Yi, as if he was considering the credibility of his words. At this moment, Xiao Yimi suddenly opened the door and poked her little head out.

Zhao Chuning was startled and pushed Tang Yi away in embarrassment. There was no fluctuation on Tang Yi's face.

Xiao Yimi grabbed the hem of Zhao Chuning's windbreaker with her little hands, "Mommy, please stay and tell me a story, okay?"

"Mimi."

Xiao Yimi looked up at her imploringly, "Uncle doesn't even know how to tell stories, why don't you teach me?"

Zhao Chuning immediately said: "Uncle is not interested in learning this, and it is already so late..."

"Who said I'm not interested?" Tang Yi unexpectedly asked. Zhao Chuning was speechless for a moment when he was asked. He gestured inside with his chin, "Go take a shower."

With that said, he ignored her and re-entered the room with Xiao Yimi in his arms.

Zhao Chuning looked at the figures, large and small, and walked towards the door without giving up. As a result, his guess was not wrong. The door was locked by Tang Yi again, and she couldn't get out at all.

This person just made it clear that she was leaving and would not leave him alone. I don't know when the door was locked.

She had to turn back. When he arrived at the master bedroom, Tang Yi was playing with Xiao Yimi on the bed. Xiao Yimi had slept for so long before, but now she was quite energetic, sitting on the bed and reading a storybook. Tang Yi on the side was lying with his eyes half-closed, as if he would fall asleep at any time. But when Xiao Yimi occasionally talked to him, he would cheer up and respond with a sentence or two, so as not to let her talk to herself.

Zhao Chuning looked at this scene under the lights, his heart palpitating. He gave up the idea of ​​leaving for a while, put down his bag, and said, "I don't have any pajamas."

Tang Yi lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the cabinet, "Choose for yourself."

This is not the first time Zhao Chuning has worn Tang Yi's clothes, and he is familiar with them. But tonight she didn't dare to wear his shirt casually anymore. She picked around and chose the most conservative set of long clothes and trousers.

"I'm going to take a shower." Zhao Chuning took the clothes and went to the bathroom outside.

Xiao Yimi was particularly happy.

Zhao Chuning came back from taking a shower. As soon as he opened the door a thin crack, he heard Xiao Yimi's voice, "Uncle, Uncle Luo Bei said that you and Mommy are in love, is it true?"

"……Fake.

"Tang Yihui.

This answer was no different from hers. Zhao Chuning stood outside and did not go in immediately.

"It's fake?" Xiao Yimi said with a disappointed tone, "Then uncle, you won't be my father?"

Tang Yi was silent. Zhao Chuning's eyelashes drooped slightly.

"Uncle, do you like mommy?" Xiao Yimi asked another question.

Zhao Chuning's hand on the doorknob tightened slightly. After waiting for a while, Tang Yi didn't say anything, so she pushed the door open and went in. Everyone in the room, big and small, looked up.

"Mommy." Xiao Yimi called her.

Tang Yi's eyes wandered over her body, his eyes darkening slightly.

She wore his pajamas, long clothes and long trousers, wrapping herself tightly, even the button under her neck was buttoned tightly. However, his clothes were too big for her, and the trouser legs were rolled up to prevent them from falling to the ground, exposing her clean and beautiful ankles. Both hands were rolled up in the long sleeves, and only the delicate white fingertips were visible.

Her long hair was casually rolled up behind her head, and strands were spread out, making her elegant long neck appear more delicate.

In the quiet winter night, even if she wrapped herself up so tightly, she could not stop the temptation she exuded unintentionally.

Tang Yi's eyes tightened and became increasingly hot.

He could say he was not interested in her body, but his body's most primitive reaction could not deceive him.

Zhao Chuning felt Tang Yi's gaze fixed on her, and she just pretended to be gone. Xiao Yimi moved to Tang Yi's side and found a free space. She clapped her little hands and said, "Mommy, here!"

Of course she didn't get into bed, she just moved a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Mommy, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Give me the storybook. Which story do you want to hear?"

"You lie on the bed and talk!" Xiao Yimi warmly invited again.

Zhao Chuning flipped through the book, "Mimi, is this good?"

Xiao Yimi looked at Tang Yi for help, hoping for some advice from her uncle. Tang Yi lay down leisurely and put one hand behind his head, "Since she likes to sit and talk, let her sit and talk."

"Okay." Xiao Yimi no longer forced herself after hearing what Tang Yi said.

Xiao Yimi seemed to listen particularly to his words.

Zhao Chuning was a little bit dissatisfied. Why is this person so good at pleasing children? He is obviously not an easy person to get along with.

"Aren't you going to tell me yet?" Tang Yi suddenly asked. When Zhao Chuning came back to his senses, he realized that he was staring at him and was distracted. She was embarrassed for a moment, coughed awkwardly, and raised her chin, "Then I'll start. Don't you want to learn? Listen carefully."

"All ears."

She glanced at the storybook, roughly browsed through the contents, and then looked up at the two people on the bed.

The father and daughter were lying side by side on the bed, both eyes looking at her. Xiao Yimi's eyes were full of expectation, but Tang Yi's eyes were bottomless and he couldn't distinguish his emotions.

Zhao Chuning slowly opened his lips and told romantic fairy tales, his voice always much softer than usual.

She was initially stared at by Tang Yi a little absent-mindedly, but gradually, after integrating into the story, she became more attentive.

Tang Yi lay on the bed and listened quietly. Sure enough, as the children said, she is a very good storyteller, with a soft voice and vivid colors. When it comes to the climax, there will be ups and downs of emotions, and the expressions on the face are vivid and interesting.

Under her gentle voice, he gradually calmed down, as if he was very tired, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed.

After telling the story, Zhao Chuning raised her head. The big and small on the bed were both soundly asleep. She was stunned for a moment, her heart was fluctuating several times, and the corners of her lips could not help but bend.

She sat there, without moving, just watching the two of them quietly. She actually felt that this scene was magical and moving.

Xiao Yimi did look more like her. However, when sleeping like this, the father and daughter were really alike. Both of them liked to press their chests with their hands, and even the arc of the corners of their lips was very consistent.

Her eyes, after lingering on the child's face, unconsciously fell on the man beside the child.

Even if she resented and hated him, at this moment, she was grateful from the bottom of her heart that he was willing to be so patient and friendly to Xiao Yimi.

She got up, covered the quilt for the two of them, and then walked out lightly.

The hall was dark and lightless.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, neon lights were everywhere. Zhao Chuning curled up and sat by the window, with the images of the child and him flashing back and forth in her mind.

She was wondering if she should tell him the truth?

But...

He was about to get married.

Moreover, the more he liked Mimi, the greater the chance of snatching the child from her.

Zhao Chuning held herself tightly, and the melancholy became deeper and deeper, lingering in her heart, with nowhere to vent.