Chapter 435

I don't know if it's because it's not the first time, or there are too many things tonight.

Chang Cong thought that she would not adapt to the embarrassment. After all, she had the same experience twice before, and she was ready for insomnia.

I didn't expect that she didn't feel nervous or uncomfortable.

And there's a weird sense of comfort

Lying in the little guy's bed, the room is full of warm light, everything is a trance of unreal feeling, but it will make people subconsciously want to guard.

It's the little guy. He's very happy. Because it's still early now. The little guy has taken a nap during the day, so he's not sleepy at all. He's very energetic. Obviously, the other two people in the bed don't want to sleep.

The little guy nagged and said something. The last two times, the little guy fell asleep quickly, but this time, the little guy obviously didn't want to sleep, because the time seemed to be lengthened a lot.

Even for a while, she began to sing in her mouth. Although she could not hear what she was singing, it was obvious that neither of the two people present wanted to care about it.

The little guy held the hand of Chang Cong and Feng Tingmo on the quilt and had a good time.

Two people's hands will touch from time to time, can feel each other's hot temperature, I'm afraid that the only one who doesn't feel anything is the little guy.

Because she had a good time.

"Sister porridge, I want to hear a story."

Little guy is about their own nagging boring, only she speaks, porridge sister and Baba do not speak.

So I pulled my sister's finger, tilted her head, and rubbed her shoulder with her little head, indicating that she wanted to listen to the story.

She likes to listen to the story of sister Cong. Before, when the little guy was sick, she used to tell stories to coax her to sleep every time she fell asleep.

These days she is much more comfortable, but did not continue to pester porridge sister to tell her stories.

I don't know what happened today. I suddenly want to hear a story.

Chang gruel is not strange, she would hardly refuse the little guy's proposal, so she moved to the little guy's direction, convenient for her to put her head on her shoulder.

"What story does xiaoconghua want to hear?"

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere is too quiet. The voice of Chang Cong is rusty and has some pleasant taste. It's obvious that women are in a relaxed mood and their attitude is very comfortable.

It sounds very comfortable.

"Well... Want to hear the fairy story!"

Xiao Conghua thought about it, and finally chose the fairy story.

A helpless smile flashed on Chang Cong's face. This little guy is very fond of this story. I can't get tired of listening to it so many times.

He cleared his throat and began to talk to the little guy.

"A long time ago, in the distant forest, there lived an elf..."

Slow and quiet voice, slowly flowing in the quiet night inside, the room is only a person's voice, telling a romantic and magical fairy story.

The little guy didn't know when to turn over and hold his arm. He curled up beside him.

Afraid that the little guy would not sleep well, Chang Cong adjusted his posture to make the little guy more comfortable and continue to tell the story.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Tingmo didn't make any sound.

Just a little light, men's eyes are particularly bright.

Originally, he was lying on his back. I don't know when the man would stand up and hold his head in one hand, looking at the direction of Chang Cong and Xiao Conghua.

But the woman obviously didn't notice the change of the man's posture. She was still concentrating on telling the story to the little guy, one hand gently following the little guy's hair.

The little guy's breathing gradually became slow and even, apparently falling into sleep.

Chang Cong felt the breath of the little guy in his arms and knew that the little guy had fallen asleep. His voice gradually decreased and stopped.

Side of the side of the head, had wanted to see if the little guy sleep, caught off guard to see the moonlight is looking at her man.

There are too many things in the man's sight. Under the moonlight, the man's sight is more deep than usual, which is hard to understand.

Chang Cong felt his breathing disordered for a moment.

When a man looks at you like this, he will make you feel that you are his whole world, and there is no room for other people in his eyes.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere of this meeting is too ambiguous. I often feel that my breath is not stable.

She wanted to move her eyes away, but found that the man's eyes seemed to have magic in general, gradually leading her into his world.

Dangerous, but also exudes charming magic.

Chang Cong felt as if she was walking on a dark path, without any light, with mud under her feet and no other sound. She was the only one.

There is only a beam of light in front of her eyes. She instinctively wants to chase the light and hold on to the only hope for her

Looking at the woman gradually some lax eyes, Feng Ting Mo look more strange.

In the moonlight, there is a more enchantment.

At this time, a woman is just like an angel falling into the world. She has no ability, and can only let him dominate the trajectory of life.

When Chang Cong didn't notice, the distance between the two people was getting closer. The man's body gradually came to her, and even breathed.