Reluctant to use too much strength, and unwilling to lose self-esteem, my teeth made angry marks, not even leaving deep traces.
"Let's not quarrel anymore. I feel uncomfortable when we quarrel." He looked at her face and her eyes, and said in frustration.
Yuan Qingling's eyes softened, "Okay, let's not quarrel."
"Hug me!" Yu Wenhao hugged her into his arms, but his whole body pressed heavily on hers and he fell down.
Yuan Qing smiled and said, "This is on the ground. If you have anything to say, go to the bed and say it."
He lay motionless on top of her.
"Yu Wenhao, get up!" Yuan Qingling patted his back.
The sound of snoring sounded leisurely in her ears.
Yuan Qingling lowered her hands feebly, well, she still fell asleep!
Finally, I had to ask Xu Yi to come in and move him away.
Yuan Qingling rubbed his back. This man looked dead.
He couldn't drink the hangover soup and couldn't wake up no matter how he took pictures, so Yuan Qingling had no choice but to let him sleep.
Wearing pajamas and resting your head on his chest, wouldn't it be okay to despise someone's ugliness? That's just hypocritical.
She smiled. Although the credibility was not high, and he might have lied because he was afraid that she would be angry, but no matter what, it was obvious that he really cared about her.
She really doesn't care anymore.
But, is it really not the case?
With this question, she also felt sleepy, yawned, and slowly fell asleep.
When I slept until midnight, I felt a pair of hands roaming around my body and a body pressing down heavily on me.
She opened her eyes, but before she could speak, her lips were blocked and burned quickly like a flame.
She closed her eyes again, unable to resist, too sleepy.
She hugged his solid back and sighed softly and comfortably.
The room is so charming that Duobao outside is so ashamed that he shrinks into the dog house.
Afterwards, Yu Wenhao became much more sober, perhaps sweating all over to dissipate the smell of alcohol.
Holding Yuan Qingling in his arms, his lips were still touching her ear.
Yuan Qingling was exhausted and said, "Go to sleep."
"No sleep, no sleepiness!" He pestered, "You have ignored me for two days, I have to make up for it."
Yuan Qingling pulled away his hand, opened her eyes and looked at him, "You really don't want to sleep?"
"Don't sleep!" His eyes were deep.
Yuan Qingling smiled mischievously, turned over to hold him down, and pressed her whole body against his, "Okay!"
The color of his eyes became darker and darker, and he looked at her expectantly.
"Why not?" Yuan Qingling was still struggling with this question, but she gave him a sweet treat and rubbed her lips against his ear.
Yu Wenhao said: "I'm sick."
"What's the disease?" Yuan Qingling chuckled, and the breath was sprayed next to his ears, causing him to shudder.
"It's my first time to consummate my marriage with you. Don't I have to take medicine?" he said in a low voice, as if it was a very shameful thing.
"That's because you're not interested in me, you said so." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao hugged her and said, "I'm not interested in that ugly palace maid either."
"real?"
Yu Wenhao said honestly: "So the mother-in-law thought I was sick, so she spent money to bribe the nuns and palace maids to hide it from my father."
Yuan Qingling was puzzled, "Why hide it? Can't you tell your father directly?"
Yu Wenhao said lightly: "Once the prince has a hidden disease in that area, it is basically certain that there is no possibility of seizing the heir."