In the evening, she personally cooked two bowls of milk tea. After so long, she was already very proficient in this. Whenever she was happy, she would change her tricks and make some things to reward the two of them.
It was a housewife's life, away from all the core struggles.
It is exactly what she lacked in the years she has passed.
Now, I enjoyed it with relish and didn't feel boring at all.
That day, she specially changed into a dress and carefully selected a new outfit that she was very satisfied with.
It was a long dress full of classical style, with silver silk threads and crimson buckles that set off her rosy and fair face.
Luo Jia stared at her, her eyes full of joy: it was like seeing the ginkgo in autumn. After a spring brew, the branches and leaves suddenly turned green and were as paved as a cover.
It was a brand new fragrance, a peaceful life that made her present a graceful and generous, classical and elegant charm, and slowly solidified into a mature and plump blue and white porcelain beauty.
There is a table in the middle of the flower room, candles are placed on the table, and flowers are inserted in the crystal transparent vase. The dense leaves of the graceful ginkgo trees sway gently towards the afterglow of the sunset.
"Fangfei!"
At that time, she was like an ordinary woman and an ordinary wife, adding some rose petals to the two cups of steaming milk tea on the table, and a fragrance suddenly filled with fragrance.
Hearing his call, a smile added to her lips. She raised her head and stared at him.
He also stared at her. After so long, his heart stopped beating, but he was still moved.
He thought that he and she were enjoying the life here to the fullest, this wonderful place.
She sat down opposite him and picked up the milk tea.
The smile is so peaceful.
My face suddenly looked ugly and I retching for a while.
Luo Jia put down the tea bowl and asked loudly: "Fangfei, what's wrong?"
She closed her eyes slightly and leaned on the chair. Suddenly she felt that the fragrant milk tea was not so pleasant, and it smelled strange, and it felt uncomfortable to smell it.
"Fangfei, what's wrong?"
Luo Jia was anxious, pressed his hand on her shoulder and gently hugged her: "Are you sick?"