In the past two days, the seasons have ended, and the family has a wife and a newly-wed Yaner. He naturally wants to accompany him, but the man just stays in the study for a day, except for lunch and lunch.
So he looked at her, and she read for a day.
As night falls, thousands of lights are on.
Xu Mo was lying on a chaise longue after bathing, her black hair was still silky, and she draped it freely, pouring it down, and water droplets dripped.
The man deliberately stepped in when he entered the door, his eyes fell on the man, and he moved away for a moment, went around the cabinet and took out a piece of parchment.
The head was held up and raised, and the girl slowly opened her eyes. The two face to face, feeling that they were resting on his leg, struggling to get up, but held down.
"Princess, it ’s easy to have a headache before sleeping." Ji Rufeng said softly, and he had internal force in his hands to dry.
Xu Mo saw that he could only let him fiddle with it and pouted, "I didn't sleep."
On hearing that, the man's lips slightly ticked, "Yes, you didn't sleep."
She was drowned in words, making the girl's face a crimson, like a red plum breaking through the snow, especially touching.
Those who had been watching her naturally saw this scene, the throat knot rolled, and her mouth was very dry. They hadn't been in the same room for several days since that day, and he showed that kind of meaning a little and she hid far away.
Later, when I opened some books, I learned that the woman was not very thin or even painful when she first learned about love. Therefore, large families would personally choose people with stable personality and patience as waiters. And he disdain to study those flattering things, reckless and indulgent that day, she was naturally afraid.
But today, he can't bear it.
Hair was dried, and Ji Rufeng pulled out the wrapped parcels, set them aside, stood up, and hugged them horizontally.
"I ... I don't want to sleep yet." Xu Mo licked his lips and curled up.
Ji Rufeng walked to the bed a few steps and put the person down, saying, "Don't sleep, we don't sleep." Again, it meant an unknown repetition, making the person unable to stop shaking.
Where did Xu Mo fail to understand what he meant? Her scorching eyes scared her so much that she spoke intermittently and unclearly, "I don't want to ..." but was held back by a finger to blurt out.
"Mo'er, we are husband and wife, and the incident of Dunlun is inevitable, not to mention that I'm very young, and I didn't feel uncomfortable without you. Since that night, it's really difficult to hold back." As she spoke, her hands slowly faded away from her pink nightdress.
At this time Xu Mo was thinking that as a modern man, he was always oppressed by an ancient man, and he had no ability to resist at all, and he was a little unwilling.
The nightdress was removed, leaving only the long chest-wrapped dress, and she did a very frustrating thing.
Ji Ru was frustrated for two seconds. Just now the man quickly wrapped the quilt into a ball, rolled to the innermost side of the bed, his eyes locked on him, full of defense.
Xu Mo also knows that this is not good, but she is afraid! This small body is a minor in modern times, and their models are seriously incompatible. What's more terrible is that the first son like the breeze and the bright moon is very different in the watch. She seemed to be demolished in those two days. The same.
