"Hey hey, stop." Jian Anning immediately avoided his kiss, "I still have to film, so hurry up and take a break. The matter of giving birth to a child - let's talk about it later!"
"It's right," Yuzexiao nodded, "Isn't that going to talk about it after the 'day'?"
"Yuzexiao! If you say it, I'm angry with you!"
"Okay, OK." Yuze Xiao also laughed, lying side by side at the bedside with her, feeling her breathing soft and peaceful, and his heart suddenly felt relaxed.
"An Ning." He called her softly, as if her name had a hint of entanglement and a hint of lingering. As long as she said it, she felt the fragrance left on her cheeks.
"Hmm?" She was confused and turned to look at him.
Just so happened that Yu Zexiao looked at her, looking at the gentle emotions in her eyes, her heart felt as if a feather was falling from her, soft and persistent.
"An Ning, it's great to be with you."
His eyes were like broken diamonds in the sky, shining with light. Such a handsome face and such gentle love words made people's heart soften in an instant.
"So too." She suddenly put her head up and rubbed it against his shoulders. She felt that the powerful beating heart in his solid and flat chest seemed to be happy as well.
flower.
"Go to sleep." He stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms. His thin lips gently spun on the hair above her head and kissed her gently. He felt the little head in his arms and rubbed gently.
He rubbed his head as if he was nodding, and he also felt that he was happy, but that's right?
Jian Anning slept until the evening in Yu Zexiao's Chang-shang.
She did have a cold. When she was just resting, she didn't feel this way. As soon as she fell asleep, her body began to feel a little hot.
Yu Zexiao naturally didn't understand it very much. The two hugged each other and lie down. He only felt that the woman in his arms became hotter and hotter. When he was woken up and ready to film, he suddenly realized that the woman in his arms was
Something was wrong with Jian Anning.
My body was unexpectedly hot, my lips were red and pouty, and my beautiful wrinkles were slightly tight, and it seemed that I didn't look very short.
"An Ning, An Ning?" Yu Zexiao called her softly, but Jian An Ning frowned, and her calm face showed a hint of discomfort.
"Well~~~~~" Her answer was trembling, like a messy little white flower in the wind.
"Is it uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water?"
"I, I want to rest." She replied weakly, not even her eyes opened.
Just at this moment, the people outside were still knocking on the door: "Zexiao, Zexiao, are you ready? There are still a few shots left."
"I know." Yu Zexiao raised her head and replied, then lowered her head again, looking at her, "You have a good rest. I'm going to film."
"Yeah." She nodded, curled up into a small ball, like a little hedgehog.
Yu Zexiao never knew how to take care of the patient. After thinking about it, she tucked her quilt tightly and poured her a glass of water. There was no medicine in the room. He walked around and could only sit down and ordered: "Let's go back and forth."
I got up and had a glass of water. If I had any discomfort, call me."