So she squatted down again to help him take off his shoes.
Raise his feet again, wait for him to sleep, and when he lay down, she naturally lifted the quilt to cover him, pulled the corner of his mouth in pain, and said softly: "Son, you can rest well, if you have anything, you will be.
Call me, I sleep on the soft couch outside. "
"Why not sleep together?" This question was so for granted.
"Uh?" What does it mean?
"Aren't you my wife?"
"..." Yes, it is his wife.
"Is it a wife, should you sleep together?"
"..."
Qu Tan'er slowly bowed his head, lowered his eyelids, and stood in front of the bed gently, like a child who had been wronged. She didn't want to, but she dared not to dare.
Unhappy, I'm afraid of the present, I will hate her, and I don't want to see her.
"Okay, follow you." Mo Lian City passed on his side and stopped looking at her.
Her hesitation just now seems to make him even more unhappy ...
And this turning, he missed her quiet tears.
I felt it, he was unhappy.
The next moment, Mo Liancheng heard the sound of someone going to bed. It was very slow and careful.
Then, the action of putting down the curtain.
After a while, one person drilled into the quilt and lay quietly beside him.
Qu Tan'er felt his breath beside him, and the unique fragrance of fragrance, which was inexplicable. At this time, he felt that he turned his body, lying on the front, ordinary man, who liked to sleep in it, that liked to sleep inside, that like to sleep in it, that man likes to sleep inside, that likes to sleep in it, that man likes to sleep inside, that man likes to sleep inside, that likes to sleep in it, that likes to sleep in it
And letting a woman sleep outside? So, he said faintly: "Go to the inside."
"Yes." She knew, so I just remembered that she got up, but suddenly I felt that there was an additional hand around her waist, and I took the one from him. The hand was held on her waist.
In the between, I didn't let go. Even, I pulled her closer to him.
She stayed ... so close.
Is it really okay? Is it really okay?
He really, even if he doesn't remember, can he accept her?
At this time.
"Before going to bed, ask you one thing." Mo Liancheng asked calmly.
"Well, what?" She was puzzled.
"You ... what did you say in the exercise ground when you first came?"
"What did I say?" Qu Tan'er was confused.
Mo Liancheng seemed to be casual and continued: "Yifeng said, you said a word, which was particularly moved, I want to listen."
"That ..." She pulled the quilt and buried her face. Finally, she understood what he asked, what he asked, she remembered, but at that time, she was particularly sad, and she said a wayward words in unconsciousness.
Think about it now, it's a bit embarrassing ...
"Don't remember?" Mo Liancheng asked again.
"Remember……"
"What?"
"Yes, let them return you to me ..." Qu Tan'er replied sullenly, his voice was a bit hoarse, as if something was blocked.
Saying this, unconsciously remembering the mental state of suffocation at the time.
Heart, inexplicably painful.
At this time, the arm around her waist was also tight.
One night, I didn't talk anymore.
Two people fell asleep quietly.
At this moment, she sleeps uncomfortably, and she will have nightmares from time to time, and she will cry in her dreams. However, she only makes her feel at ease. When she is afraid, there is always a pair of gentle arms holding.
Being yourself, there is also a familiar embrace that allows yourself to rely on ...