Chapter 617: 617 Fourth brother enters the room and sleeps 3

Xiao Qinghe flushed, “I… I can do it myself…”

He glanced at the door, “I… forgot to close the door, I’ll go close it…”

Su Qingyue followed him.

The wheelchair turned around, and after closing the door, he found a wooden stick to prop it shut since the door bolt was broken. He used the wooden stick to prop the door shut from the inside.

He wheeled back to the bed and hesitated for a moment before slowly pushing himself up onto the bed with his arm strength.

Seeing him on the bed, Qingyue lay back down to sleep.

The little bastard curled up in a corner, and with no one calling for it, just closed its eyes.

Xiao Qinghe sat on the bed, clenching both hands together, unsure of what to do.

Xiao Yishan was furious at his wife’s actions. She was not only trying to seduce his fourth brother, but also to anger him!

Su Qingyue closed her eyes and watched Xiao Qinghe’s confused movements, truly feeling that his fourth brother was so innocent.

She playfully said, “Fourth brother, aren’t you going to sleep next to me?”

Her lazy voice carried flirtatiousness, and Xiao Qinghe’s soul was almost hooked, “Sleep…”

He nervously moved towards her side, his body tense, focusing all his attention on her, naturally not paying attention to his second brother underneath the bed, and for a moment, forgetting about him.

Su Qingyue smoothly pulled half of the large quilt covering her onto him, and closed her eyes, breathing evenly.

Xiao Qinghe started to get so nervous that his intestines almost knotted up, lying next to his wife, he dared not move a muscle.

Gradually, he saw that she was really asleep, and his tense heart gradually relaxed.

After a while, when he was sure she was in deep sleep, he gently turned his body, sleeping on the outer side, facing her on the inner side.

Xiao Yishan lay on the floor underneath the bed, staring at his fourth brother’s back.

In the pitch-black room, he couldn’t see his wife’s face, only her silhouette. If he ignored the scabs on her face, Xiao Qinghe thought her wife’s profile was quite pretty.

As she lay flat, he lay beside her, looking at her closely. He could see that some of the scabs on her face had begun to loosen. He wanted to help her peel them off but only thought about it. He had heard from his wife before that he should wait for them to fall off on their own.

His wife’s scabs on her face were already starting to fall off automatically.

Xiao Qinghe was so close to her, feeling her breath as fragrant as an orchid. He moved his body closer to her, his head gradually approaching her as he smelled her hair’s faint, gentle fragrance.

His calm heart was agitated again. Sharing the same quilt with his wife, as a man, he naturally had desires.

His hand under the quilt stretched out and then shrank back, hesitating several times before placing it back beside his own body.

He wanted to touch her but dared not.

Seeing his wife sleeping so soundly, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly, whispering, “Wife, do you trust me that much…”

There was a flash of sadness in his eyes, was it because he was disabled?

She just asked him to sleep under the same quilt. Maybe she didn’t have any other intentions. She trusted him so much, he shouldn’t have dirty thoughts.

He just stared at her with wide eyes, staring and staring.

He never thought that he, being disabled, could have a wife, especially such an outstanding woman who he admired.

In his heart, she was so beautiful that he could only look up to her. Even though he didn’t know when he would lose her.

Still, he filled his heart with her.

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