"Really? Why didn't I notice it?" Said, Feng Yan helped her sit in front of herself, gently massaging her head with skilled fingers.
"Massage can slow down headaches ... Are you nervous about my body?"
"There is no nutritional problem," Feng Yan sighed softly, "I can help you, only the pain of your body, I can't replace it, isn't it nervous? Only you can accompany me for a lifetime, you must cherish it!"
Listening to his low and gentle words of love and pampering, Xia Yuyan closed his eyes, and a sourness in his heart.
They love each other so deeply, but she doesn't remember him, they live for each other, but there is no him in her memory.
"Well ..." She called down, leaning back, leaning on his chest. She wanted to say that she loved him because she must have loved him before.
"Um?"
"What do I love you in Chinese?"
Feng Yan's arms circled her forward, and put her head on her round shoulder. She laughed and held his arm.
"I love you!" He said in Chinese.
Xia Yuman trembled in her heart, she was sure she could understand, and the three words hit her heart one by one. She had a hot eyes, and then closed her eyes and grabbed him tightly.
"Say again!" She trembled.
The wind lowered her head and looked at her unstable breathing, I couldn't help but be a little surprised: "I can understand?"
Xia Yuman didn't nod or shake her head. The excitement in her heart was like a wave of waves. She wanted to say something, but she was afraid that she would be out of attitude and make him worry.
"Does the head hurt?"
She opened her eyes slightly, and he found that her eyes were slightly red, and her heart hurt suddenly: "What's wrong? Still uncomfortable?"
"No ..." She quickly turned and rushed into his arms, "Well, I want to listen to you ..."
"What's wrong with you?" Feng Yan held her face, with a touch of distress under his eyes, "Xiaoguai, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, pregnant women are like this, emotional instability, a bit fragile."
Hearing that she said it was fragile, Feng Yan felt that his heart was pulled up. He held her body and shook it, saying like a coaxing child: "It's okay, what do you want to do to me, I will accompany you."
She bit her lips without answering, but just leaned on him and hugged him tightly.
"Then I teach you to speak Chinese? I love you?"
"Um!"
"I love you!"
"I love you!" She said very casual and fluent. She didn't realize that it was natural.
The wind was slightly froze, and the big palm on her back stiffened. He felt strange. When Xia Yuman said these three words, it was completely subconscious.
"Orange Orange, can you understand?" He continued to say in Chinese.
She raised her head and looked at him blankly and answered: "Okay!"
"Fortunately?" Feng Yan's eyes became nervous, and only Xia Yu Orange would make him have forgotten this time, "You are talking about Chinese."
"I am a good student," she sucked her nose hard, and sent out like a mosquito, "I'm so hungry."
"I'm also hungry!" Feng Yan finished, leaning down when she had no time to respond, and the hot lips stuck to her slightly cold red lips.
The hot breath and a strong kiss, like a hug of her waist, confused her mind.
"Hmm ..." Xia Yuyan began to struggle, and fell back to the pillow back, but he pressed the trend, the hug was still tight, and the lines remained motionless.