Chapter 259

When Xiaohua saw the movement, she put the needle and thread in her hand into the needle and thread basket.

"Placement."

They went to the bedroom and lay in bed after washing. Xiaohua thought King Jing would do something, but who knows he didn't do anything.

She slept in the inside position, secretly glanced at him on her back, and she could see his beautiful nose and side face from her angle.

He nodded and seemed to be asleep, but Xiaohua was not sleepy at all.

In the past, King Jing's feeling to Xiaohua was unattainable. His indifferent expression and quiet temperament made people feel that he was like a God above. Although in bed sometimes makes Xiaohua feel very close, when she gets out of bed, she can't see through his mind.

The series of events that happened today, especially King Jing came to her afterwards, although she didn't say anything, Xiaohua always had a little guess in her heart.

King Jing seemed to feel Xiaohua looking at him. Suddenly, he turned inward and touched her hair. There was no other action.

Touching hair is a very intimate action, which means closeness.

Last time King Jing touched the hair on her chest, it made her feel a little strange. Unexpectedly, she was touched again this time.

King Jing didn't touch her hair before, but that was just a gesture after they finished. These two times, however, made Xiaohua feel a little more strange intimacy.

For this strange husband, Xiaohua's pattern has always been to keep her own, and occasionally make some tests. After all, no one wants to feel the temperament of the waiter, especially the bedside person. If you don't feel it clearly, it means you don't understand, and if you don't understand, it means you may make mistakes.

At this time, Xiaohua thought and tried again.

That is to move yourself slowly, and then look very natural. In fact, he buried his face in King Jing's arms. She even thought about how she would react if King Jing didn't want to.

She felt that the other party's limbs were stiff for a moment, and then relaxed. When she saw that King Jing was silent, Xiaohua was relieved.

After a while, a hand quietly placed her spine and gently stroked her back. Again and again

This kind of action is a very strong sense of comfort. Xiaohua first puzzled, then realized a little, and then felt a sense of grievance in her heart.

Her eyes were sore. When she found out, tears had soaked King Jing's thin shirt on his chest.

How can you not be wronged? Just buried deep, helpless and helpless. Who can complain about grievances? It's just pretending that you have nothing.

King Jing stiffened, his fingers shrunk, covered his back and continued to caress. He felt that his chest was very hot, which made his heart tremble.

Xiaohua reacted. Seeing King Jing's reaction as usual, she thought he didn't notice, so she covered up and rubbed her face on King Jing's chest and stopped moving.

This is not the first time Xiaohua slept with King Jing under a quilt, but this time it is different from the past. What is the difference? She can't say for the time being.

She slowly closed her eyes and said nothing all night.