Sweet crazy!The cold lawyer Song married at an early age

Chapter 370 Dreams Come True

Sweetness grows unconsciously from the heart, giving rise to trickles of water, gradually spreading to every part of the body, and blooming in the endless green fields of spring.

About half an hour later, Song Shichen finished his work in the study, glanced at the figure wrapped in the quilt on the bed, found clothes in the closet and went to the guest room.

After taking a shower, he took a towel and wiped his dripping hair until it was half dry. Then he took off his glasses and placed them on the table, then quietly moved to the bed.

Song Shichen reached out and pulled up the quilt that had fallen halfway to the ground from Shen Wanyi's side. He tucked the corner of the quilt in and took the person into his arms.

He lowered his eyes. The body of the person in his arms was soft and warm. Her breathing was shallow and half of her face was buried in the quilt. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

Recalling her pale face during her period tonight and the tone in which she said she was used to it, he wondered how she had gotten here before?

"Have you finished your work?"

Shen Wanyi hadn't fallen asleep to begin with, and she could feel the burning warmth coming from the man's arms from behind. As their bodies pressed against each other, she became more awake and even less sleepy.

"Well, you haven't slept yet?"

Song Shichen responded, rubbed the woman's head with his chin, and placed his warm big palm on her belly, kneading it gently and rhythmically.

Feeling a slight warmth in her abdomen, Shen Wanyi stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed after a while. When she looked up, she fell into a pair of extremely deep eyes. She slowly said, "I can't sleep."

The man's deep voice sounded in his ears, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Shen Wanyi shook his head, but his hands did not stop moving.

"Can you tell me about your college life?" Shen Wanyi remembered that Yang Junzhi had mentioned that he was such a dazzling presence in college, but it was a pity that she didn't have the chance to meet him.

Song Shichen paused for a moment and thought about it. In fact, his university life was quite boring. The best way to describe it was boring. The same routine: classroom, dormitory, canteen, library... day after day, nothing special happened. It was boring and uninteresting.

He lowered his eyes to look at Shen Wanyi, his slender fingertips brushed across her cheek, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips, "It's boring, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Yeah." Shen Wanyi nodded heavily, his eyes brightened instantly, and he pricked up his ears to listen, almost wagging his tail.

"When I was studying, I read a sentence written by Mr. Li Dazhao to a friend in a book: 'Carrying justice on iron shoulders and writing articles with skillful hands'. I was deeply impressed. Despite the opposition from my family, I resolutely chose to major in law..."

Song Shichen closed his eyes slightly, and frame after frame of pictures flashed through his mind. Through his intermittent narration, he seemed to be a bystander, watching his past self, making choices one by one, and experiencing every important moment.

In the silent night, Shen Wanyi listened quietly, as if she had traveled through those years. She witnessed the growth process of the young man who was full of vigor and vitality back then.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Shichen stopped when he heard the sound of steady breathing in his arms. He raised his hand and tucked the messy hair off the woman's face behind her ears.

His eyes gradually softened, and his fingertips outlined her delicate eyebrows, depicting them carefully, stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to remember everything in front of him deeply in his mind.

After years of midnight dreams, the dream has now come true.

His throbbing heart was now filled with unknown emotions. He hugged her tighter and kissed her slightly cold cheek. "Good night."

A dreamless night.

I am often the most diligent at the beginning of the month. Recently, I like listening to Zhang Jie's "The Day After Tomorrow".