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.

was lake green.

She thought she would get used to it.

at this moment, she realized that what she saw with her own

The blow in person was greater and heavier.

down, holding her chest with her hands,

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

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

can you talk after

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

go quickly, don't disturb us." Mo

head. "If she's

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

Qinyu's fist tightened and let go again. She walked mechanically to the

also wanted one. The moment her finger touched the fruit plate,

She pouted her lips and rubbed against Qin Yichen's chest with her fingertips, "Honey,

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

Mengshan with the cherry tomato, apparently defaulting on her call.

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

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

"Pour wine." He spit out two words coldly.

plate, picked up the bottle from the

I have to go

did he want to

heard her at all. He shook

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