Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven: A Little Closer

The temperature of 16 degrees may not feel great at first, but after a while, the indoor temperature is a bit unbearable.

Even with a coat on, it still looked a little cold.

The silk nightgown was so thin, Song Yuchen started shivering in no time. But she also had an idea, so she took the white quilt and put it on her body. The other end was placed on Chen Jing's shoulders, and the two of them wrapped up like snowmen.

"Oh my god, the cooling effect is too good. It's still a little cold even under the quilt. Ah Jing, come closer. Let's get together and it should be warmer."

"okay."

Chen Jing moved his body, came to her side, and sat down with legs touching legs and shoulders touching shoulders.

"However, it's good to be colder, sister Yuchen."

"Why?" Song Yuchen turned to look at him.

The distance between the two of them was so close that they could almost hear each other's breath.

In fact, she was also a little shy, but she was just pretending to be calm.

"Because you are the fate of the fire of the five elements, fire has the effect of releasing heat. If you really practice the "Wu Wei Fa", then you will be able to circulate the qi in your body to resist the cold. In addition, the cold will also It makes people pay more attention. So, you might as well focus on breathing now."

"Is that so? Well, I'll try." She had already memorized her breathing rhythm before. After closing his eyes now, he spits out according to the law.

After trying this way, it soon reached 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Although Song Yuchen's physique can accept "Wu Wei Fa", and he has gradually become familiar with the way of breathing, but it is not so easy to feel the existence of that energy.

Perhaps, this is the difficulty of refining Qi that an ordinary person should have.

Just like what Chen Jing did back then, when he read "The Classic of Longevity of the White Crane" for the first time, he caught that qi in his dream, and since then he has started a formal way of refining qi. Thinking about it until now, he himself feels a little miraculous.

It is also possible, this is the so-called luck.

The ancients said that one is fate, two is luck and three is feng shui, and fate is predestined by nature.

For example, fate, the year, month, day, and hour of birth,

Your fate has long been doomed, and it cannot be changed.

And "luck" is the most complex and unpredictable, invisible and intangible.

As for feng shui, it can also be regarded as the environment. For example, if a person does not make a fortune in this place, he will flourish in another place immediately. The word Feng Shui does not only refer to the cemetery of the ancestors.

"Ah Jing, why don't you come here today."

Song Yuchen couldn't feel the so-called qi all the time, and Song Yuchen also felt a little discouraged.

This has been practiced for several hours, and Chen Jing can see that she is very serious.

But this kind of thing can't be forced, it depends on people, and it depends on heaven.

It can't be said that it needs an opportunity to appear.

"it is good."

Since they were going to sleep together, Chen Jing didn't want her to feel dirty, so he also took a shower before going to bed.

After he came out, Song Yuchen had already laid down and pretended to close her eyes.

Why do you say fake?

Because Chen Jing could clearly see her eyelids twitching, and a faint blush appeared on her fair and tender cheeks.

Since she was pretending, Chen Jing couldn't poke her, so he lifted off the quilt and got in.

As soon as he lay down inside, he really found a pillow in the middle.

The bed is indeed big and soft.

And the air conditioner is really cold.

In fact, if you want to weaken this coldness, opening the door or opening the window can also perfectly solve the problem.

It is nothing more than increasing some power consumption, but what is the electricity bill.

Song Yuchen and Chen Jing, who were the parties involved, seemed to have forgotten about this. Nobody suggested opening windows, or opening doors.

In this way, I lay quietly until 12 o'clock.

The chill is also intensifying after the midnight drop.

Chen Jing almost fell asleep.

But at this time, Song Yuchen suddenly called him softly: "Ah Jing..."

"What's the matter, Sister Yuchen?" Chen Jing slept soundly, and hadn't moved since lying down.

"Are you... cold?" She said shyly.

"It's okay." Chen Jing felt it carefully. The quilt was actually quite thin, and it might be a little cold for ordinary people.

"The temperature outside seems to have cooled down, I... I'm a little cold, why don't we get closer?" She seemed to muster up a lot of courage before she said this.

"Oh, okay." Chen Jing responded, and moved closer, "Is this better?"

"Come closer," she said shyly.

So, Chen Jing moved closer.

In this way, the two of them have clamped the pillow in the middle.

"Why don't you take this pillow away?" Chen Jing suggested.

Song Yuchen was a little nervous: "Then...then you have to sleep well, okay?"

After saying this, she felt a little embarrassed again, because it obviously had a special meaning.

In order to hide her embarrassment, she explained again: "I mean...the kind that doesn't kick the quilt."

"I never kick the quilt when I sleep."

"OK then."

Song Yuchen pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her slender fingers, and took out the pillow.

After losing the pillow, Chen Jing moved closer.

Until their arms can touch each other.

"That's it... that's it, don't move around."

"it is good."

After that, another half hour passed, probably because he had never slept so close to a man before, so Song Yuchen was always a little nervous.

I closed my eyes and tried hard to fall asleep, but the more I tried to fall asleep, the clearer my head became.

She yelled that Chen Jing should not move around, but in the end, she herself was a little restless.

"Sister Yuchen, can't you sleep?"

"Huh?" It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, and Song Yuchen hummed embarrassedly.

"How about I press it for you?" Chen Jing suggested.

Usually when she couldn't fall asleep, he would press her head for help, and soon she would fall asleep.

"Okay." Song Yuchen didn't refuse, because Chen Jing's massage technique was really comfortable.

Although it's embarrassing now, as long as you fall asleep, it won't be embarrassing.

So, Chen Jing moved closer, almost lying on her shoulder, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her forehead.

A trace of spiritual power slowly invaded the cortex along with the fingers.

The feeling of comfort came quickly, and Song Yuchen relaxed completely, enjoying this comfort.

After 5-6 minutes, drowsiness also gradually hit.

At 10 minutes, Chen Jing felt that her breathing had stabilized, so he let go of her hand and looked at her for a while.

Although the lights in the room were turned off, he could see it as if it were daytime, and he could see clearly within at least 5 meters.

Song Yuchen, who was close at hand, was lying quietly like a Sleeping Beauty.

The white and tender skin, the sweet and delicate face, and the fresh and moist lips like rose petals also slightly opened and closed with the breathing.

Seeing this scene, Chen Jing suddenly couldn't help but sneaked up to her, kissed her on the lips, and then quickly lay down back to his position.

'Sister Yuchen should be asleep. If you sneak a kiss, you won't be discovered. ’ he thought to himself.

But he didn't know that when he lay back in a panic, Song Yuchen, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly had a surprised expression on his face.

But after another second, the corners of her tender and delicious lips were also slightly raised, revealing a smirk.

——She is still awake.