Warm the bed-1

I was sitting in front of the computer flying my fingers and tapping on the keyboard when my husband went into the study, put a cup of hot tea in front of me, patted my head affectionately and said, "Girl, it's cold, don't stay up too late." 

The inspiration of writing gurgled out like a clear spring, and suddenly I was interrupted by him. I replied impatiently, "I see." 

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The night was getting late, and there was no heating in the wedding house, and the biting cold hit me from all directions. My fingers were a little stiff and began to disobey. 

Finally, after typing the last word, I looked up at my watch. It was already 1 o'clock in the morning. 

The first of the three chapters of the contract signed with her husband after marriage is that you can't surf the Internet more than 12:00 in the evening, otherwise, the defaulting party will be fined to make breakfast the next morning. 

Guilty of being a thief, I crept into the bedroom. 

My husband's snoring was deafening. Looking at his sweet sleep and imagining the warmth in the quilt, I immediately took off my coat and got in. 

I put my foot down. Oh, my God, the quilt is as cold as an ice cave. 

My hand reached out to his side, where it was as warm as spring, and I endured it impolitely. 

Touch my cold body, like a conditioned reflex, my husband moves a little out of the bed, I also move over, he moves again, I squeeze through again. 

Finally, my husband couldn't stand it, so he sat up and shouted, "Girl, I'm already at the bedside!" 

"it's warm here." 

The sentence of seeking truth from facts opened my husband's mouth and had nothing to say. When he realized that he had no reason to talk to me, he fell down in chagrin and hummed his back to me angrily. 

I took the opportunity to lean over again and put the ice foot on his leg. My husband's leg sprang up like a squeezed spring. 

I pretended to be puzzled and said, "I don't have thorns on my feet." 

The husband quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. 

"what are you going to do?" 

I asked in surprise.