Love in full bloom

The simple four words flew over like four sharp arrows and plunged into her weak spot.

She opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe it, thinking she had heard it wrong.

How could he have such a funny request!

Qin Yichen seemed a little impatient, frowned, and growled, "Come in!"

Now she heard clearly.

He really let her in!

What did he want her do?

She wanted to take her steps, but her legs were so weak that her feet seemed to weigh a lot, and every step she took would exhaust her.

"Are you a snail?" Qin Yichen grabbed the pillow at his hand and threw it at her rudely. He threw it accurately, and the pillow was right and hit her head.

Fortunately, it was soft and it didn't hurt, but she knew that if she took another step, it would not be a pillow, but a wine bottle or tea cup on the bedside table.

"What's the matter?" Her voice was so weak, like a wind about to go out.

Qin Yichen didn't speak again, burying his head in Mo Mengshan's neck again, and his long fingers slid along her cheeks.

A few minutes later, Qin Yichen suddenly pulled the quilt to cover both of them, not wanting her to affect his next condition.

quilt was

would get used to it.

But standing here at this moment, she realized that what she saw with her own eyes was

blow in person was greater and heavier.

jerking violently, so that she had to bend down, holding her chest with her hands, breathing in a big mouth, so that she could stand on her heels

bit of her word was very heavy, as if she

finally subsided, it should be said that they were interrupted.

you talk after us finish?"

her lower lip. "I'm just sleepy and want to go back

go quickly, don't disturb us." Mo Mengshan

rubbed her head. "If she's gone, who will serve us."

react, she

go again. She walked mechanically to the coffee table, raised

tomato, while Mo Mengshan also wanted one. The moment her finger touched the fruit plate, Mo Qinyu's hand suddenly

and rubbed against

string of firecrackers banging in Mo Qinyu's ears, blowing her dizzy and tingling her eardrums.

with the cherry tomato, apparently defaulting on her

hand which held the plate with her

any expressions on his face, only hard cold, just like a frozen

spit out

plate, picked up the bottle from the nightstand, filled the glass with wine, and handed it to him.

said that I have to go to bed

what he wanted to do, did he want to let her die

all. He shook the

coquettishly put her mouth close him. "Honey, I want to drink too, you feed me."