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 lake green.

would get used

this moment, she realized that what she saw with her own eyes was different from the pain caused by her imagination.

blow in person was greater and heavier.

violently, so that she had to bend down, holding her chest with her hands, breathing in a big mouth, so that she

indistinctly, "I ... can I go?" Each bit of her word was very heavy, as if she was worried that he could not

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

can you talk after us finish?"

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

us." Mo Mengshan gave her a nasty look.

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

could react, she heard his command: "Bring the fruit over."

walked mechanically to the coffee table, raised the fruit plate, and walked back to

wanted one. The moment her finger touched the fruit plate, Mo Qinyu's hand suddenly shrank back. "I only serve my husband, not

her lips and rubbed against Qin Yichen's chest with her fingertips, "Honey, you feed

'Honey' she called crisply and loudly, like a string of firecrackers banging in Mo Qinyu's ears, blowing her dizzy and

fed Mo Mengshan with the cherry tomato,

tightened the hand which held the plate with her fingers shaking slightly,

his face, only hard cold, just like a

"Pour wine." He spit out two

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

really sleepy. The doctor said that I have to go to

She didn't understand what he wanted to do, did he want to let her die here?

Qin Yichen was expressionless, as if she hadn't heard her at all. He shook the wine in the

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