Rong Jincheng clasped her slender fingers, intertwined their fingers, and held her in his arms.

Han Yurou's heart was beating faster and faster. She put her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Why didn't I realize you were so coquettish before?"

"I'm acting coquettishly with you." Rong Jincheng even deliberately scratched her arm, "I am your second son, and I will always be."

"You said you went to military school for three years. Will it change after you come back?"

"Of course, it will get better."

"Then can I look forward to it?"

"It's absolutely okay, it will only get better, but no matter how good it is, it's not as good as my Rourou." Rong Jincheng rubbed her neck.

"Okay, let go, I'm going to take a shower."

"Then shall I go up tonight? Okay."

"Look for yourself, the sofa, the floor, little Huihui's cat nest, see which one you like."

Rong Jincheng: "..."

That night, Rong Jincheng didn't go back, so he sent his third son a WeChat message.

Rong Jincheng: Third child, I won’t go back to your place today. I’ll sleep at my little fairy’s house.

Lao San also deliberately sent a "bad smile" emoticon: Xiao Liu, come on.

Rong Jincheng: Don’t think nonsense, I am a serious person.

The third child: Yeah, you are a serious person.

Rong Jincheng: No more talking, I'm going to bed.

He really needs to go to bed and sleep on the sofa.

Han Yurou gave him a blanket. Her bedroom was next door, and Rong Jincheng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The sofa was too narrow and small to accommodate his tall body, and Xiao Huihui stayed up at night and opened the door on the balcony, making a lot of noise.

Rong Jin was pressed by a ball of fire, dry and hot.

In the middle of the night, he got up from the sofa, hugged the pillow and ran to the next bedroom.

The curtains were drawn and the room was dark.

Because the air conditioner was on, Han Yurou was covered with a thin silk quilt. She curled up and slept soundly.

Rong Jincheng went to sleep on her bed, quietly placed the pillow beside her, and lay down quietly.

Drowsily, Han Yurou realized that the other side of the bed had collapsed. She frowned, raised her hand and turned on the lamp and saw Rong Jincheng.

Hey, didn't you let him sleep on the sofa?

"Rong Jincheng, you big bastard..."

It's just that I didn't have time to say the next words.

Han Yurou's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she bit her lip.

Rong Jincheng whispered a few questions in her ear, raised his hand and turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness again.

Han Yurou did not refuse.

He knew that she acquiesced.

Rong Jincheng was so nervous that he couldn't speak. He had never been so nervous as he was today, even though he was no longer a frizzy boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Because I was nervous, I was cautious, just like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Since she left, he has not touched a woman again.

Apart from her, he has long lost any interest in other women.

Han Yurou was still holding on to the quilt at first, and then she hugged his waist.

It was quiet outside the window, and the community was silent in the middle of the night.

One night, Rong Jincheng acted as if he had never touched a woman.

Rong Jincheng was in a good mood, especially when he heard her call his name. He liked hearing her call him "Jincheng" the most. Of course, he liked it even more if she called him "husband".

In his early years, he was unrestrained and never thought about marriage. He felt that marriage was a kind of bondage.
Chapter completed!