He doesn't like being touched when he's asleep. As soon as my cold body leaned towards me, he pushed subconsciously, closing the door and pushing Qian Yue out of the window. But his opponent was me, who was huge in size and temperament. He remained motionless. He maintained the half-pushing action and fell asleep again.

He occasionally dreams. One night he went to bed first and I was still reading a book. He suddenly said, "I was doing this when I was young." He said it very clearly, in the style of a long conversation. I said, "What?" He didn't open his eyes, "When I was young, I did what I do now." I understood, "Are you dreaming?" He still closed his eyes, "Yeah." The next day I asked him, What are you dreaming about? He glared at me, "I never talk in my sleep."

It is said that I snore when I fall asleep. Cover your head in the quilt and purr gently like a little pig. He pushed me and I fought, but he helped me turn over, okay, I won't fight anymore - I jumped up: "No way. I don't snore." But I remembered with a guilty conscience that I once I fell asleep in the meeting and suddenly woke up. My cheeks were wet with saliva. I quickly asked the person next to me, "Did I snore?" He replied, "No." But maybe it was just because we weren't familiar enough at that time.

It is said that I like grabbing quilts very much. He was grabbing hard like a tug of war, with such strength that it was like a fully conscious person grasping for life-saving straws. He grabbed the end of the quilt with all his strength. I stopped for half a minute and continued grabbing. He still wouldn't give it. I took another break, and then grabbed and grabbed. He couldn't bear to grab it, so he thought he might as well forget it, but I suddenly stopped all my movements and fell asleep completely.

Typical success, failure, and exhaustion. Sometimes he doesn't defend himself well, and I snatch the quilt away with my hands, contentedly holding it in my arms instead of covering my body. After a while, I throw it away casually. If he was lucky, he would throw it at his feet; if he was not lucky, he would have to get out of bed to pick it up. This may be true, right? I remember many times when I got up, I was on this side, the pillow was on the other side, and the quilt, where did my quilt go? Who touched my quilt? Is there really someone who likes to play pranks in this world? Witch?

I often dream. The dream is bizarre, with gorgeous colors, soundtrack, harmony, and characters. As soon as the day broke, I excitedly told him: I was chased last night, and when I got to a certain point, I suddenly showed my Thelma and Louise spirit and slashed the man in black in half with a knife. He looked at me with wide eyes and said slowly: "I want to make a will. If one day I disappear mysteriously, you must be the first suspect."

There is a cliché that goes like this ’s: Getting married means having dinner together. I am a rough person, and to put it bluntly: getting married means sleeping together. When eating at the same table, each has its own bowl and chopsticks. At night, no matter how strange the dreams are, they still have to share the same bed and quilt. And the most solemn and grand thing in marriage is done in bed.

Another cliche goes like this: "childlike sleep" or "angellike sleep" - have I ever used it myself? I can't look it up article by article, but the ones that have been used The possibility is high. But in fact, "Lions also have their nap time." At that time, we stretch our bodies freely, roll over and kick around, grind our teeth, snore, and even fart and sleepwalk. When we are awake, we may be elegant and self-controlled, but the dream god takes over us when we are asleep. We are destined to be weak and helpless, without beauty or strength. Therefore, when Sakyamuni saw the embarrassing sleeping appearance of his good wife and beautiful concubine, he suddenly realized that life is joyless. .

And do you really love me? Love my crown that is full of beauty, and love my messy sleeping posture? The bride who is obsessed with me wears heavy makeup, but you don’t mind the slightly out of shape in my loose pajamas. Body? After making love, after passionate words of love, after embracing each other and falling asleep, can you still kiss my blindfolded mouth with a sleepy breath when I wake up before I have time to brush my teeth? This is really a severe test.

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