Chapter 4370 Qin Yihuan, How Old Are You? 2

Shen Ting continued with his work. At one o'clock, he turned off the lights and went to sleep in the living room.

He had just laid down and had not fallen asleep when the sound of the door opening came from the master bedroom, followed by footsteps.

A slender white figure was rummaging through the trash can in the dark. There was only one milk bottle at home, and he couldn't fall asleep without holding her.

Shen Ting lay quietly without making a sound.

Qin Yihuan finally found the milk bottle and gave up the idea of ​​making another cup, thinking that it would be the same if she held it in her arms.

Although not so satisfying, at least she could fall asleep.

She was about to leave on tiptoe, and suddenly kicked something under her feet. She accidentally rushed forward and fell straight on the sofa, on a human body.

Warm, body.

She was stunned and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

And that body spoke, "Weaned, someone else's milk bottle?"

Then, the lights came on.

Qin Yihuan's eyes fell on Shen Ting's face. He was lying on the sofa, and she was lying on him.

She was holding the bottle in her hand, which looked quite funny.

Yihuan was awkward for a long time before she forced a smile, "It's someone else's. You're right. It's not good for me to throw away someone else's things. I'll wash it and disinfect it. Can I still use it?"

Shen Ting sat up and let her go.

Yihuan was not so embarrassed anymore and wanted to get up, but Shen Ting stopped her immediately, "I'll wash it, you go to bed!"

Yihuan glared at him.

It seemed that she couldn't pretend now.

He knew clearly that she wanted to sleep with the bottle, but he deliberately did this and that, which was too hateful.

Yihuan bit her lip, "I can do it myself."

Shen Ting smiled lightly: 'Is it difficult to admit that you haven't weaned? ’

As he said this, he actually went directly to the kitchen, poured out the milk skillfully, scalded the bottle with boiling water, then soaked the milk, tested the temperature, came over, and threw it to her: "Go to bed."

Qin Yihuan held the bottle, feeling like she was holding her life, but it felt bad to be exposed in front of her. She didn't want to save face, so she said shamelessly: "I don't have to drink it!"

"Put it down if you don't want to drink it." Shen Ting said in a light voice, "You are indeed going to wean. If you get married one day, will you spend your wedding night holding the bottle?"

When he said this, Yihuan was stunned.

After a while, she asked softly: "Shen Ting, if it was you, would you mind?"

After asking, she wanted to swallow her tongue. She was really mean. Why did she ask such a question?

Shen Ting's eyes were quiet, and after a while he whispered: "Does it matter whether I mind or not?"

He seemed angry. Yihuan didn't know whether to leave or not. In the end, she sat on the sofa, holding the bottle and drinking milk in small sips. The taste soothed her inner anxiety.

Then, she thought shamelessly, what if he knew, she just couldn't change.

If Ye Xiangnan didn't want to, she wouldn't get married. Anyway, she had to hold the bottle.

For a lifetime.

Shen Ting looked at her quietly, watching her look like she had no future.

He was sure that Ye Xiangnan didn't know, and would not like and appreciate such a habit. In fact, he didn't appreciate it either, but just indulged it for many years.

But such a habit can't be blamed on Yihuan.

When she was a child, she was kidnapped with him.

She came back unscathed, but she had a stress reaction from then on, and she couldn't throw away the bottle.