"Flower Duoduo!" Cheng Milo roared in disbelief. The drunk Duoduo not only vomited all over his body, but also gave him a panda eye when he helped her wash the dirt on her body.
Duoduo was shocked by his roar and felt a split headache. She covered her ears and squatted on the ground in pain: "It's so noisy!"
Still think he is noisy? Cheng Miluo took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to decide to fight quickly. His big hand quickly stripped off the wet clothes on her body, covered her with an oversized bath towel, and carried it on her shoulders
He rushed to her bedroom, threw it directly onto the bed, pulled away the soft feathers and wrapped her from beginning to end like a rice dumpling, and slapped her hands and got it done!
Turning around, he went to clean up his embarrassing clothes. After searching for a long time, he could barely find a relatively wide white cotton nightgown from Duoduo's wardrobe, but it still looked short when he was wearing it. He called for it.
The staff who came to the laundry took the dirty clothes to clean them, and could not walk out of the door in their nightgowns.
The flowers on the bed were so hot that they frowned. The feeling of being restrained was just to make her lose her temper. She kicked the quilt and turned over. The entire quilt became her pillow and was pressed under her body.
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Cheng Miluo walked into her bedroom with concern, but couldn't help laughing. The witch's sleeping position was really bad. Her body was crossed, and her slender legs were completely exposed to the air.
He walked over helplessly and pulled the duvet under her, afraid that she would catch a cold after sleeping like this. But she obviously refused to cooperate and held the quilt and refused to let go.
He had to whisper while pulling the corner of the quilt and coaxing: "Be good, Duoduo, lie down, you will catch a cold."
Hua Duoduo finally muttered and turned over and gave the quilt out. Cheng Milo breathed a sigh of relief, but when he glanced at Duoduo, he saw that there was a beautiful scenery on Hua Duoduo's chest.
Exposed to his sight. This witch! Every time he gets drunk, he will test his will as a man!
She panickedly covered the spring light with the quilt. Before she could retreat, her hand was already pulled by her. In the drunken dream, the flowers opened their innocent eyes and suddenly opened a quiet smile: "Don't leave, rice."