She was so tired that she could no longer care about Xuanyuan Xuantian. She untied the coat she had put on when taking a shower, and the cute little pink girl flicked her D-cup white rabbit down and fell hard on the bed.
Uh-huh, so happy!
The happiest time in life is when sleeping.
But even though she was too tired to say anything, Ling Xiaotu slept very restlessly that night, tossing and turning on the bed, half asleep and half awake.[
This state continued. The more Ling Xiaotu wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep. He could only get rid of the uncomfortable feeling by tossing and turning.
Even Xuanyuan Xuantian was made extremely uncomfortable by her. He held Ling Xiaotu in his arms in the dark, but her warm body made him sleepless today.
He was in a bad mood and his actions became particularly rough.
Ling Xiaotu rubbed her head for a long time before escaping from Xuanyuan Xuantian's chest. The light was very dim but she could still see Ling Xiaotu's eyes filled with moisture. She looked at a certain man who was hugging her tightly, pitifully.
poked him,
"Xuan, Yuan, Xuan, Tian, I can't sleep."
Xuanyuan Xuantian's sharp eyes were full of displeasure at being disturbed.
"It feels like there's something stuck in my heart. I feel so uncomfortable!"
She hammered her chest in discomfort, put Xuanyuan Xuantian's hand on her waist, and placed it on her chest, on the big white rabbit with a D-cup cup.
Xuanyuan Xuantian's eyes immediately glanced over, and his cold hands became warm as he rubbed Ling Xiaotu's chest.
"I feel uncomfortable! It hurts here, it hurts there, and nowhere is comfortable!" Ling Xiaotu was so uncomfortable that she was about to cry. She had been enduring it before, but now Xuanyuan Xuantian woke up, and she poured out all her grievances.
.
Ling Xiaotu didn't know if this discomfort was the result of the 'painless breast augmentation' when she was lost in the original space.
She muttered incoherently, and her mind was already blurry.
Only then did Xuanyuan Xuantian feel that something was wrong with her. Although he was reluctant, he still turned on the light and took a look.
Lying on the big bed, Ling Xiaotu's restless body had already wrinkled the quilt.
Her black eyes were half-closed, and her rosy little face showed a confused expression, but her small hands were still holding Xuanyuan Xuantian's big hand tightly, and gently beating her chest, as if such an action would make her feel better.