After the marriage, I have "two" more wives

Chapter 7

　Because he was too thirsty, Jiang Yao drank in a hurry, and was choked a bit. The water spilled on his chin and neck was carefully wiped clean, accompanied by gentle instructions:

　　"Drink slowly."

　　"......" Jiang Yao wiped the water on her chin, recovered from the inexplicable heat, and finally recovered a little sobriety.

　　When he opened his eyes again, the drunkenness was gone from his pupils. He stared straight at Shu Mian who was sitting next to him. After a long while, he asked abruptly:

　　"I'm dreaming?"

　　"?" Shu Mian, who had received a message from Jiang Yao before and knew that the other party would be out to socialize today, put the cup on the table, touched Jiang Yao's hot cheek, and the worry on his face was lingering:

　　"What's wrong with you, husband? Are you drunk and want to sleep?"

　　"I don't want to sleep right now..." Jiang Yao held his strength, as if he wanted to get a definite answer, and asked Shu Mian drunkenly: "Am I dreaming now?"

　　"..." Hearing Jiang Yao's incoherent drunken words, Shu Mian froze for a moment, unable to react for a long time.

　　Although I don't know why Jiang Yao asked this question, there is always no logic in what a drunk person says. After thinking about it, Shu Mian was good-tempered and not angry. She leaned over and hugged Jiang Yao in her arms like coaxing a child, and patted the other person's back lightly:

　　"Then you sleep now, and you will be able to dream right away."

　　"..."

　　Hearing the obvious coaxing tone of the child, and the feeling of the warm and soft body of the person in his arms was so real, Jiang Yao doubted that she was not in a dream.

　　Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, because he was drunk, Jiang Yao even stretched out his hand to confirm, and touched the delicate and smooth thigh along the corner of Shu Mian's wide nightgown, pinched the waist that could be held by two thin hands, in exchange for Shu Mian's soft complaint:

　　"pain."

　　"Hiss......" Jiang Yao was shocked by this almost coquettish voice, no matter how dull he was, he shouldn't think that the person in front of him who could be touched, hugged and pinched by him was an illusion.

　　Shocked by this thought, he withdrew his hand, jumped up from the sofa, covered in cold sweat, like a chaste man with his hands crossed to protect his chest, as if he wasn't the one who caught someone touching his thigh just now:

　　"You are Shu Mian!"

　　"...I'm Shu Mian." Shu Mian rubbed her waist, looking at Jiang Yao inexplicably:

　　"What's wrong?"

　　He thought for a while, puffed up his cheeks like a little hamster, and said with some non-aggressive dissatisfaction in his tone:

　　"Besides me, who else do you want to wait for you at home?"

　　"No one can be you!" Jiang Yao was frightened to death by Shu Mian, and the whole person started talking nonsense, asking like a cannonball:

　　"What did you come to my house for?! What's the purpose?! Also, how did you get into my house? Pry the door or open the window?"

　　But soon, Jiang Yao vetoed the second hypothesis, muttering to himself:

　　"No, my house lives on the seventeenth floor..."

　　"Jiang Yao, what's the matter with you?" Shu Mian's eye circles were reddened by Jiang Yao's face change: