However, even if the room here is locked, there is a small piece of glass that can see the inside from the outside.
The doctor is worried that something is happening inside can see clearly.
"Don't worry, we're in the quilt." Leng Yunlin's blood was boiling when he thought of being close to her. He immediately jumped out of the bed and took the little guy who was drooling out of Mu Qingyu's arms.
The little guy was pulled out of his mother's arms. He was still a little unhappy. He just tilted his mouth and was about to cry.
Leng Yunlin quickly coaxed the child and shook it around, finally coaxing the little guy to fall asleep. Then he put the child aside, ran to the door and put it in the door.
It got locked up and immediately returned to the bed with a smile, "Qingyu, come on~!"
Mu Qingyu was a little speechless, and she was really stalemate: "Why do you come?"
Leng Yunlin was naturally very happy whenever he thought of having meat to eat. He opened the quilt and got into the quilt and grabbed her hand: "After holding it in so many days, I have already had a weak fire! Naturally, it is - how to feel comfortable.
Now.”
After saying that, he gently put her palm down, placed her chest, and glanced at her gently: "Qingyu..."
His voice was low and dull, like a strong wine, overflowing with a mellow fragrance, as if he would get drunk with a slight smell.
"What, how to do it..." She blushed a little, especially in the hospital, it was considered a public place.
Isn't it a bit like doing such a thing in public...
Besides, although people may come in at all times in the hospital, if someone comes in without eyes, then they won’t...
Moreover, Leng Xiaotuanzi was still sleeping soundly. Although this little guy was only three days old, she was also a human being after all. It would feel strange to do such things in front of others...
...
"Didn't you do a good job before?" Leng Yunlin pressed her hand on his abdomen and gently stretched it out from the hole of her shirt. Her soft and warm palms looked like small
Like a fish, they gently rubbed his abdomen. The comfortable feeling made both of them jump slightly.
Mu Qingyu only felt that his abdomen was strong and powerful under his fingertips, like an iron plate wrapped in velvet cloth. A masculinity seemed to linger on her fingertips, and stretched along her meridians in a thread.
, flows into the heart.
It was like a fine wine, like the ultimate mystery-illustrator, without any stimulation, it could make her whole body tremble!
She didn't dare to look up at him, she silently turned her head away, her voice trembled slightly, and even a hint of hoarseness in her throat: "But this is the hospital. Moreover, my daughter is on the side...
.”
"Isn't the hospital good? Listening to the voices of people walking around outside, don't you feel it's very exciting?" Leng Yunlin leaned over gently, rubbed his paws through her clothes, and his lips slowly approached.
Her neck rubbed gently: "And, how old is my daughter? What does she know."
His breathing rubbed against her neck, blowing her slender hair warmly, as if she had a small hand tickling her heart, so itchy that she could hardly control herself.
"But..." She suddenly remembered that her a little bloated abdomen and a terrifying knife edge were still there. Even though she had worked hard before, she could not do anything about it after all.
Compared to pregnancy.
Even she felt a little sad when she looked at her body. She didn't want Leng Yunlin to see her bloated and ugly side.