He smiled bitterly, but kissed her lips hard. He saw that her pajamas were indeed lifted, and the difference in sleep was very different. He laughed and took off the pajamas that were in trouble.
I thought to myself, this is to make you fall asleep better.
My heart was completely relaxed because of iezheyang's hug!
I woke up and it was already afternoon on the second day.
He was hungry, but she was still dependent on his arms. The fever had subsided, her whole body was soft and her consciousness was confused. Luo Jia was about to get up, but she found that her legs were numb—that little thing, like the past,
She put her legs on her legs all night. She sleeps strangely, always leaning her legs on her waist unscrupulously, and pressing herself on her legs.
He was oppressed by this numbness - he was overjoyed, as if he had returned to the most affectionate time between the two.
She sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, gently fiddled with her messy hair and pale cheeks, sighed, and felt infinitely wronged: "Little guy, I am not a beast, why are you still scared?"
Not only are they not just flocks and beasts, but they are already paper tigers. What else do you want?
He was about to get out of bed, and his body tightened. It turned out that her hand was still holding a corner of his pajamas.
He smiled bitterly, sat back, picked her up, and kissed her hard on her lips.
"Father, Father..."
His face turned red, and his mood was so ups and downs, and it was even more heartbreaking than her scolding. Fangfei was wrong. She was not without a door, but the door of the thousand-year-old vixen is in this.
A wonderful, subtle mood and concern.
She has never been the same as other women.
Even though this kind of consciousness was still very vague in the past, it is now completely clear. She is really different! It is completely different.
Even if she has no benefit, even if she is fierce, stubborn, stubborn, and fierce, it is different.