Thinking so shamelessly, he put the embroidered shoes back into the basin, quietly walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and got in.

After waiting for a while, I heard Jin said in a panic: "You, why are you here too?"

"Shh!"

Laishun made a silence gesture under the quilt and said righteously: "I barely managed to fool those two people, but they obviously haven't given up yet and are looking for you outside."

Jin was about to turn over and sit up, but after hearing this, she was so frightened that she huddled back into the quilt and asked quietly: "What, what should I do?"

"rest assured."

Laishun also lowered his voice and moved closer to her: "I'll pretend to be snoring loudly later, and they won't suspect that you are in the house."

Jin felt a little relieved after hearing this, and then she felt the hot air in Shun's mouth hit her face. She subconsciously shrank back and was about to say thank you, but unexpectedly Lai Shun pushed forward even more.

Jin was shocked to realize that something was wrong. She lifted up the quilt and scolded softly: "What are you doing..."

"Sister-in-law, how did you get into trouble with that Baoyu? He is the most important person in our house. We are really going to cause trouble..."

"Also, if you hadn't instigated me to catch Qin Zhong's traitor, how could I have offended Master Bao? Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I might have been caught by them long ago!"

After hearing this, Mrs. Jin immediately complained repeatedly, but Laishun took the opportunity to wrap herself in the quilt again.

When she woke up again, her arms were already in Laishun's arms.

"You, you...what do you want to do?"

"I don't wear enough. The quilt just now was leaky and it was a bit cold."

"Then you drive faster, I, I want to go down..."

"Aren't you cold, sister-in-law? Look at how cold your hands are."

"Let go now, or I, I will call someone!"

Even though he said this, his voice was still very low.

I don't know whether it was because I had been bored for a long time and my body was weak and weak, or because I had other reverie. Although my trembling little hand struggled a few times, it didn't have much strength.

"I just want to keep my sister-in-law warm, nothing else."

"you……"

"I just...never..."

The voices in the quilt gradually became indistinct, and I don’t know what despicable despicable behavior happened, and I don’t know how many ‘promises’ turned into lies…

There is a word cloud that says:

Tingting is a poor person with a green cover. How can I be ecstatic when the flowers are distributed?

I don’t know that there are Buddhas and gods and thousands of volumes of scriptures born with me.

The drunk willows and pomegranates are so annoying that they cover up the peach shadows and crane clouds.

There is a little trace of red sand on the tip of my heart, which is still there even after wiping it off.

——Peking Opera "The Great Splitting of the Coffin".
Chapter completed!