The palace people stepped down, and she took a comb and slowly combed her hair that was a little tangled when she was sleeping. There was a pale face in the mirror, but it was not as pale as imagined, but it was slightly rosy, just like the one I imagined.
The reason she has been taken care of these days is that she is very well taken care of.
Then I vaguely remembered that what I was sleeping in my drowsiness was all I never knew about, and they were the best things in the palace. Luo Jia was so hard that she could recover as soon as possible.
My mind has mobilized almost all the treasures of the palace.
Behind her, the sound of footsteps was Luo Jia. She didn't look back and still slowly comb her hair.
Luo Jia was surprised and happy, and walked over with big strides, put his hand on her shoulder, and said happily: "Little thing, are you getting up? How are you feeling today? Is it better?"
She stopped her combing hands without making a sound. His hand stroked her hair, took her comb, and gently combed her. She was going to avoid it, but one of his hands was pressed on
Although she didn't use any effort on her shoulders, she couldn't shrank away at once, so she had to let him go softly.
He combed a woman like this for the first time, but he felt it was novel and interesting. He kept stroking her brocade-like hair, and couldn't let go of it. After a while, he combed it, letting the waterfall-like hair hang behind his head.
He put down the comb and hugged her shoulders, and found that she had changed into an apricot yellow shirt today. She had just recovered from a serious illness, with a delicate expression and a little lazy, and her bright eyes made her look even more translucent and white.
His forehead also seemed much more energetic. The more he looked at it, the more he loved it, but felt that the small face was extremely attractive, so he leaned over and touched her ear: "Little thing, I'll draw your eyebrows for you
,OK?"
She turned her head and was unwilling to look at him.
But he was even more urgent. She had not woken up since she was unconscious that day. He could not do anything anymore. He hugged a hot man every night, but he was like a wolf holding a piece of meat, but he couldn't.
Swallowed, for fear of hurting her again. Now, she was finally healed, how could she hold it back? He was very anxious. The house was so warm, and the passion seemed to be ignited in an instant. He gently hugged her shoulders, and his voice was also