Rong Jincheng was in a good mood, but he didn't expect that so many days had passed and Han Yurou had not recovered from the fact that Han Yun had passed away.

After dinner in the evening, she did nothing but shut herself in the bedroom.

After so many days, she, who was already thin, became thinner and thinner. Her waist was so full that she couldn't feel any flesh.

Rong Jincheng is not used to going to bed early, but he has not gone to bars or nightclubs during this time.

When he returned to the bedroom after working in the study, he saw Han Yurou reading a book. He walked quietly behind her, hugged her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "What are you reading?"

Han Yurou was startled and her body trembled slightly. She closed the book and said, "It's nothing."

"Hey, why are you closing it?" Rong Jincheng held her hand and turned the pages of the book, "Let me see..."The Kite Runner", look at the original version, it's amazing, I can't even understand the translated version

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Han Yurou had no intention of talking to him and tried to stand up.

But he pressed behind her, preventing her from moving, and his hot breath fell on her neck.

She felt a little uncomfortable: "I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Why do you get sleepy so easily? I heard people say that pregnant women are more likely to get sleepy. It's still early." Rong Jincheng is always an informal person and speaks very casually.

But the speaker didn't mean it, and the listener meant it. Han Yurou's heart trembled, and a hazy light filled his eyes.

Pregnant women…

She will never be a pregnant woman or a mother in this life.

There was a strange and sour feeling in my heart.

Rong Jincheng clasped her hand while flipping through the book, tut-tutting: "I haven't been abroad for a long time, and I have almost forgotten all English. You are still great, you understand everything. You read the book very seriously, do you still take notes?"

She was reluctant to talk to him.

"I have never read this book. Why don't you tell me about the content? That way I don't have to read it. One day, when I chat with people, it will look like I am educated, right?"

"There's nothing good to see." Han Yurou said lightly, "It's not suitable for you."

"Not suitable for me? Then what do you think is suitable for me?"

"The ones you like."

"For example...you?" Rong Jincheng hugged her from behind, and when she wasn't paying attention, he stretched out his hand to scratch her creaks.

"Hey!" Han Yurou was caught off guard, shouted and hid.

Rong Jincheng didn't let her hide, he hugged her and scratched her.

Han Yurou couldn't escape and was hugged by him.

Being tickled by him, she beat his chest in an attempt to break away from his arms: "Don't make trouble."

"You don't even want to make trouble with me, but I like to make trouble with you. Don't move. Just let me hold you for a while. I see you've lost weight again." Rong Jincheng hugged her.

She was very petite, like a little cat when he held her in his arms.

During the struggle, Rong Jincheng's nightgown was half untied, her face was pressed against his chest, and her hair was pushed to the nape of his neck.

Rong Jincheng was tickled by her rubbing and hugged her.

He knew she was ticklish, so he hugged her and tickled her twice more.

"What are you doing...let me go, I'm going to sleep..." She pushed him.

It's a pity that she was no match for Rong Jincheng. After making a fuss, he carried her to the bed and pressed her under him.

She had taken a bath, and her body smelled of gentle fragrance, the fragrance of gardenia, seductive and charming.

His lips landed on her collarbone and kissed her.
Chapter completed!