1518. Chapter 1518 Chapter 1582 Forgiveness is a virtue 2
Chapter 1518, 1582 Forgiveness is a virtue (2)
Because of the unknown life and death, Xia Yu Orange always lost when he was emotionally excited.
She didn't want to have such a painful experience. She didn't want to have it anymore.
"I promise you, I won't leave you, forever!" Feng Yan said distressedly, kissing her hairpiece with pity, and she was vented by her.
The mark she stayed was a lot clear on his shoulders.
"Does it feel good? Is the body uncomfortable?" Seeing her calm down and leaning in his arms tightly, he pulled up her hand and held it in the big palm gently.
Entering his heart.
"I have nothing to do, not uncomfortable." She looked at him whispered, "The doctor said yes, I think yes, but after a few days, I am afraid it is not possible.
She poked his chest with her fingertips, lying in his warm arms, listening to the familiar heartbeat of the familiar heart. The voice was lazy and soft.
Feng Yan laughed and didn't speak, his face was full of tenderness and indulgence.
"I'm a little tired." She leaned her head on him, although he didn't indulge as usual, but he still didn't toss her.
The familiar taste, the warm embrace, like the soothing medicine, let her eyes close, and don't want to open it anymore.
"Okay, sleep!" Feng Yan patted her back gently, just like coaxing a child to fall asleep.
After a while, Xia Yanyan fell asleep in his arms, and his breathing in his nose was soft and even.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Xiaoxiao! If I really have anything, you have to survive it, for me!" He whispered in her ear, and took her to bring her in her arms again.
Reaching out and turned off the light, the light in the room darkened.
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In the early morning, when Xia Yuman woke up, it was already empty.
She was a little annoyed that she slept too much. Before 6 am, Feng Yan would rush to the Fantasy League Sacrifice Hall. She couldn't get up early to send him.
Most of the people in the wind house went to the Fantasy League early in the morning, and the house was very quiet.
After having breakfast, Xia Yu Orange asked Xiaoai to take the paper ink and simply practiced the calligraphy.
"Mrs., your words ..." Xiao Ai grinded ink, glanced at the words written by Xia Yu Orange, and laughed.
Xia Yu Orange stabbed his own calligraphy calligraphy, and couldn't help laughing: "It's over, it's over, if such a font is written on" Family Wind ", how can you get it? Everyone should have a joke. I have an adult."
"Mrs. can ask adults to write for you, adults' words, write well!" Xiaoai talked about Fengye, and the bottom of his eyes naturally revealed a look of worship.
"This is not good!"
"What's wrong? The adult is willing to help his wife, that's a distressed lady, lady, you should be happy! Which woman in this world does not want her husband to love herself?"
"But isn't this a matter in my share?" Xia Yu Orange liked Xiao Ai's personality very much, and the innocence rate was straight.
"Mrs., this is a matter of the wind, that is, you have a share, and an adult has a share ..." Xiaoai put down the ink in his hand, and his big eyes blinked. "Mrs., I envy you ... Really
Envious of death ... adults are good to you. "
"Don't envy me, you will encounter a man who loves you in the future," Xia Yu Orange wrote two words on the rice paper, "Really, my word is too ugly!"