Xia Yu Orange's Chinese food was eaten in the room. After eating, it was still tired.
Feng Yan kept her when she was eating, and she had several calls indirectly. Xia Yu Orange heard that it was a matter of work, so he blamed himself.
"Oh, if you go back to the company, I am okay, and I will recover after sleeping again." Her waist was cushioned, and the whole person leaned on the bedside.
Wipe the ointment, so many wounds don't hurt. Only the cracked corners of the mouth and the skin at the tibia always hurt.
Feng Yan was sitting on the big sofa in front of the window, lying lazily, leaning his head on the back of the chair. Waiting for the maids to pack it out, he stood up and pulled the curtains.
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Even if he was ironed, he needed to rest. Moreover, there was an entertainment at night. The Yin Tianyu was a alcoholic person. He had to accompany a few cups.
Seeing that he was tired, Xia Yanyan asked quickly: "Are you a plane just in the morning?"
The wind nodded, stood by the bed to undress, and then lay down on the bed, almost in one go, without stopping at all.
I'm so tired!
This kind of tiredness, he rarely understands, can be clear, and he is tired!
"Sleep! You talk less, it's not easy to crack the corner of your mouth, it hurts." Feng Yan pulled down Xia Yu Orange, who was still in a daze, and picked it into his arms. Thinking of the injury on her body, he didn't
Dare to hold it tightly, but the feeling of holding her is so real, so satisfied.
He suppressed that he wanted to rub her into the urge to toss in her arms, closed her eyes, and kissed her smooth forehead.
"颢 ..."
"Um?"
"I'm troublesome! I'm sorry!" She picked up on his arm, her face was posted on his chest.
From the perspective of the growth experience and life experience between them, he spoils her. Compared to a girl who is a door -to -door, it will not be less troublesome.
But isn't this all willing? He buried his head into her soft hair, breathing the sweetness from her.
This breath made him greedy.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Yu Orange tightened his waist. When he got off the plane, he hadn't had time to rest, so she was entangled by her affairs. She still distressed.
After all, she is not a woman who does not know anything.
Unconsciously, she was a little nervous, for his silence, for her anxiety.
"It's okay, go to sleep well, say a sound when it hurts, don't stand it. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his bones." He said slowly, the words were full of pain.
Xia Yu Orange was silent for a small meeting, still emphasizing: "It will be good, don't blame my mother."
Seeing that the wind was not speechless, she knew that he must have given birth to her mother. She slowly turned around, facing him back, and grasped his arms hugged in front of her chest.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the hair by her ears. Gently let her turn around, the warm lips blocked her red lips, and the rough hand stroked her skin without the injury.
Where is her injuries, he clearly remembers.
His kiss is very soft, it is difficult to imagine that her sweetness is always like poppy, making him addicted to addiction.
There was a laceration in the corner of her mouth, and she didn't dare to open her mouth. He was not forced, but he kissed carefully.
Just when she felt that she was about to forget to breathe, and low-breath-, he reluctantly let go of her, stroked her hair with her fingers, and took a deep breath.