Ziyu turned her head and looked behind her. Beiming Changfeng pressed her head on her lower back, and she had already closed her eyes and fell asleep.
this?
Are you using her as a pillow?
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and climbed up without even taking a breath.
Are you mistaken? Young Master, are you still short of pillows?
Are you treating someone who admires you, or are you bullying someone? I have never seen someone use someone like this.
Ziyu climbed on the bed, feeling the pressure on his lower back so hard that he couldn't even move, and was speechless.
Okay, okay, if she owes him anything, just pay him back.
Climbing on the head of the bed, Ziyu buried his face into the bed. If he couldn't see him, he didn't want to hit him. If he couldn't feel it, he would pretend it didn't happen. I can't afford to offend him and I can bear it.
Therefore, Ziyu didn't see Beiming Changfeng, who had kept his eyes closed as if sleeping, slowly opened his eyes after she buried her head, and glanced at her sharply.
In the sky above the moon, there is the sound of the ocean tide.
In the slightly fishy waves, there are countless starlight sands in between, like infinite gold under the dark curtain, shining brightly in the vast world.
The night passed quickly, and dawn broke in a blink of an eye.
"My waist." Ziyu rubbed his waist on the bed and climbed down from the bed with a grin on his face. Beiming Changfeng had already disappeared, and she was the only one in the room at the moment.
Rubbing her waist and sticking out her butt, Ziyu felt that if she could still wear it now, she could definitely play the role of Zombie No. 1.
Bei Ming Changfeng was so cruel that he kept turning over all night, making her pillow feel flat.
Killing without blood, that's probably the case.
"Why did you just get up now?" Before Ziyu finished cursing, Hanyang, who heard the noise outside the room, pushed the door open and said in a deep voice with a frown.
It's good that I can get up now. Ziyu rolled his eyes at Hanyang.
Hanyang frowned even more when he saw this. He really didn't know if their eldest son was crazy. He actually kept this man by his side and expressed his sincerity in admiring him. He was simply crazy. He had been with the eldest son for more than ten years.
I never knew that their elders liked men.
"Go and cook quickly. If the young master doesn't see what you are cooking during lunch, you can just jump down from here and feed the fish." It was this man who caused their young master to feel uncomfortable. Hanyang didn't have a good look on the fish at all.
"What?" I want to be a bather, a pillow, and now a chef. This is not how to show your sincerity.
Ziyu looked out the window and saw that there was no lightning that struck the North Ming Changfeng.
"Choose for yourself." After saying these three words in a cold voice, Hanyang turned around and left.
It's easy to throw yourself overboard without lunch.
Okay, okay, people have to lower their heads under the eaves. Wait until you get off the boat to see how I deal with you.
Ziyu walked towards the galley on the boat without saying a word.
She doesn't have many merits, the only one she has is that she can do all decathlons.
Steamed fish, braised fish, sweet and sour fish, fish balls, steamed crabs, drunken sea shrimps, as long as there is stock on the ship, Ziyu can cook them all.
If you want lunch, I'll eat you to death.
So, an hour and a half later, when Beiming Changfeng looked at the exquisitely colored and fragrant wine and delicacies in front of him, for the first time, the coldness around him dropped a little, and he became a little bit more popular.
Ziyu stood beside him and ate with Beiming Changfeng with his eyes. As for the mouth, this table was for Beiming Changfeng, not her, so it was better to sew the mouth shut. Then, there was no movement.
Already.
this?
Ziyu turned her head and looked behind her. Beiming Changfeng pressed her head on her lower back, and she had already closed her eyes and fell asleep.
this?
Are you using her as a pillow?
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and climbed up without even taking a breath.
Are you mistaken? Young Master, are you still short of pillows?
Are you treating someone who admires you, or are you bullying someone? I have never seen someone use someone like this.
Ziyu climbed on the bed, feeling the pressure on his lower back so hard that he couldn't even move, and was speechless.
Okay, okay, if she owes him anything, just pay him back.
Climbing on the head of the bed, Ziyu buried his face into the bed. If he couldn't see him, he didn't want to hit him. If he couldn't feel it, he would pretend it didn't happen. I can't afford to offend him and I can bear it.
Therefore, Ziyu didn't see Beiming Changfeng, who had kept his eyes closed as if sleeping, slowly opened his eyes after she buried her head, and glanced at her sharply.
In the sky above the moon, there is the sound of the ocean tide.
In the slightly fishy waves, there are countless starlight sands in between, like infinite gold under the dark curtain, shining brightly in the vast world.
The night passed quickly, and dawn broke in a blink of an eye.
"My waist." Ziyu rubbed his waist on the bed and climbed down from the bed with a grin on his face. Beiming Changfeng had already disappeared, and she was the only one in the room at the moment.
Rubbing her waist and sticking out her butt, Ziyu felt that if she could still wear it now, she could definitely play the role of Zombie No. 1.
Bei Ming Changfeng was so cruel that he kept turning over all night, making her pillow feel flat.
Killing without blood, that's probably the case.
"Why did you just get up now?" Before Ziyu finished cursing, Hanyang, who heard the noise outside the room, pushed the door open and said in a deep voice with a frown.
It's good that I can get up now. Ziyu rolled his eyes at Hanyang.
Hanyang frowned even more when he saw this. He really didn't know if their eldest son was crazy. He actually kept this man by his side and expressed his sincerity in admiring him. He was simply crazy. He had been with the eldest son for more than ten years.
I never knew that their elders liked men.
"Go and cook quickly. If the young master doesn't see what you are cooking during lunch, you can just jump down from here and feed the fish." It was this man who caused their young master to feel uncomfortable. Hanyang didn't have a good look on the fish at all.
"What?" I want to be a bather, a pillow, and now a chef. This is not how to show your sincerity.
Ziyu looked out the window and saw that there was no lightning that struck the North Ming Changfeng.
"Choose for yourself." After saying these three words in a cold voice, Hanyang turned around and left.
It's easy to throw yourself overboard without lunch.
Okay, okay, people have to lower their heads under the eaves. Wait until you get off the boat to see how I deal with you.
Ziyu walked towards the galley on the boat without saying a word.
She doesn't have many merits, the only one she has is that she can do all decathlons.
Steamed fish, braised fish, sweet and sour fish, fish balls, steamed crabs, drunken sea shrimps, as long as there is stock on the ship, Ziyu can cook them all.
If you want lunch, I'll eat you to death.
So, an hour and a half later, when Beiming Changfeng looked at the exquisitely colored and fragrant wine and delicacies in front of him, for the first time, the coldness around him dropped a little, and he became a little bit more popular.
Ziyu stood beside him and ate with Beiming Changfeng with his eyes. As for the mouth, this table was for Beiming Changfeng, not her, so the mouth should be sewn shut.