After going back tonight, Xia Yuan had a dream that he didn't know whether it was bad or beautiful.

He dreamed that on Christmas night, he stood under the Christmas tree.

Holding Ying Sitong's hand.

Above the head is green mistletoe.

Ying Sitong lowered her head shyly, not daring to look into his eyes, but just asked him in a low voice, "Do you know how to write the word "Lu"?"

Xia Yuan's heartbeat accelerates and his breathing speeds up.

The surroundings became blurred and the light became dim in the sleep.

I can't see anything clearly, there is only a wonderful feeling brewing.

"Maybe, maybe, not very, know..."

Due to the height difference, the beautiful young woman from the blood clan gently tiptoed.

Ying Sitong smiled sweetly, holding Xia Yuan's face, revealing two small fangs, which were so cute.

"I'll teach you how to write?"

Just as he was intoxicated by the surround of love,

A sudden pain in the tip of the tongue.

The smell of fishy and sweet fills the mouth and tastes of tomato sauce.

"Ah Yeh!"

When she woke up the next day, Xia Yuan found that his milk shell was aching faintly.

The throat is also a bit inflamed, which is a mild cold symptom.

It probably was because I had been with Ying Sitong for too long yesterday.

The weather was cold at first, and the blood clan's body was extremely cold.

What to do if you have a cold?

Have to drink more hot water.

He stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to boil some boiling water.

When I passed by Ying Sitong's door, I happened to see this guy rolling over on the bed.

Xia Yuan sighed.

The blood clan is really restless when he sleeps.

In the middle of winter, this guy kicked the quilt aside, his hands and feet were outside, so he wouldn’t catch a cold?

Thinking of this, he gently walked into Ying Sitong's room and prepared to cover her with a quilt.

Ying Sitong used a sleeping position in a prone position, with her face tightly pressed against the bed board and saliva hung on the corner of her mouth.

Ginging at her long eyelashes and bright and charming cheeks, Xia Yuan suddenly remembered the dream she had last night.

Actually, this guy is quite cute when he falls asleep.

Xia Yuan pulled up the quilt and prepared to cover her.

At this moment, Ying Sitong turned over and faced Xia Yuan's face.

Xia Yuan's movements froze and his breathing was also missed.

The distance between the two was very close, about 10 cm.

Ying Sitong closed her eyes and her nose wings were trembling slightly.

A nice smell of shampoo came from her hair.

Ying Sitong smashed her mouth and closed her eyes and smiled and started talking to her sleep.

"Xia Yuan, you are so good..."

Xia Yuan was slightly stunned.

He looked at the exquisite girl in front of him and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Thinking about how strict I treat this guy with me and rarely praise her, I didn’t expect that Ying Sitong’s heart would have a high opinion of him.

It seems that my aunt is right, she should be better off with this guy in the future.

Xia Yuan covered her with a quilt and prepared to leave.

At this time, a faint voice came from Ying Sitong's throat—

"drink……"

“…”

Xia Yuan's eyebrows were raised, and she had the same heart that she wanted to use a pillow to suffocate her.

...

Jiang Xiaoling woke up early in the morning. In order not to cause trouble for others, the gravekeeper got up the earliest every day.

After she woke up, she started cleaning the house, then went to the balcony to water the flowers, and then went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

When Xia Yuan got up, Jiang Xiaoling happened to go out.

"What are you eating today?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Oh, it's all your favorite food." Jiang Xiaoling said while wearing shoes, "I'm going to buy some chicken, chicken blood, duck blood, tomatoes, and carrots."

"Forehead……"

Xia Yuan thought to himself, how can this be what we like to eat?

It’s obviously just what Ying Sitong likes to eat.

But he was used to it.

Jiang Xiaoling, an ancient man who had not received nine years of compulsory education, still had feudal ideas in his mind, and everything was dominated by his master, and his life was also centered on Ying Sitong.

...

After Jiang Xiaoling left, Xia Yuan silently walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

After a while, Ying Sitong also walked in.

"Hello," Xia Yuan said vaguely with toothpaste in his mouth, "Hello,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ying Sitong glanced at him silently.

"You are not using the bathroom, I just brush my teeth when I come in, and I don't do anything else."

After she finished speaking, she walked to Xia Yuan and picked up the toothbrush and squeezed it into toothpaste.

The two of them silently looked at the mirror and grinned.

After a while, Ying Sitong found something wrong and said in surprise:

"Xia Yuan, you are a left-handed?"

Xia Yuan took a saliva, rolled his eyes silently, and then spitted on a sip.

He wiped his face with a towel and said lightly, "You just realized that you don't care about me anymore."

"I……"

Ying Sitong opened her mouth and thought to herself why I care about you?

"Did you forget? We are married and we are still in a relationship now. You shouldn't know me so superficially, only for **."

"This..." Ying Sitong swallowed silently.

He couldn't help but think of his smell in his mind.

Yes.

Xia Yuan felt that without soul communication, he would always be afraid of being sucked by blood, and Ying Sitong's dependence on him was probably just because his blood tasted good.

So there should be deeper communication.

"And, haven't we made an appointment, we want to call our husband and wife," said Xia Yuan.

The toothbrush on Ying Sitong stopped and looked at Xia Yuan in the mirror silently.

...

"Liking someone starts with appearance, is trapped in talent, is loyal to character, is obsessed with **, is fascinated by voice, is drunk with deep affection.

This way we are married to love.”

After breakfast, Xia Yuan sat on the chair and reached out to hold Ying Sitong's hand at the other end of the table.

"I suggest we should know more about each other."

Ying Sitong was slightly stunned and did not withdraw his hand.

She thought for a few seconds and thought Xia Yuan was very reasonable.
To be continued...