When I was talking, I felt that my neck itchy was actually the little man's long eyelashes, which kept sweeping around his neck, and then on his face, like a small brush.
She blinked, had fun and giggled.
Luo Jia also burst into laughter.
This is her favorite trick, she likes to sweep her eyelashes around her, and she himself has long fallen in love with such tricks since.
That night, I felt so relaxed that I just gently caressed her smooth back. Although the autumn night was cold, the person in my arms was a warm little stove.
"Your Majesty, go to bed. Only when you wake up will you be more energetic. Tomorrow, I will be with you."
"Well. Queen, you will be with me from now on."
He held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to truly get a powerful force and support from these hands.
But he couldn't sleep until her sweet breath sounded.
In the toss and turns, her hands were always on her soft abdomen - still so flat. This was different from his earlier guess, she was not pregnant.
Not pregnant yet.
I felt a little disappointed and melancholy, and I didn't know why.
After a while, she turned over habitually.
However, as soon as she turned over, he raised his hand and carried her back, firmly fixed it in his arms, muttering to himself: "Fangfei, is it because the conditions on the battlefield are too difficult?"
The person in her sleep did not answer her, and she was still whispering, like a piglet.
Luo Jia sighed inwardly and stroked her hair: "Silly, go to bed, go to bed."
In the darkness, there was a "puff".
Luo Jia was stunned. The little man was already stuck in his arms, rubbing and giggling.
"Silly thing, are you pretending to be asleep? I just said, why are you snoring like a little pig? It turns out that you are pretending..."
Fangfei pressed her tightly against his chest, stretched out her hand and stroked his face.