I just saw his face flushed and panting, which was really scary.
This color, wolf, can only think with his lower body, and ignore his work, if he really...
Forget it, Ye Zhiqiu still lay down obediently.
Ling Mufeng didn't make any trouble and used his other hand to tuck her quilt.[
Ye Zhiqiu, who had calmed down, felt the warmth in his palm melting the ice in his body, warm and soft, and very comfortable.
Even the entangled patterns and rough cocoons give people a very stable feeling.
Ling Mufeng didn't dare to move around, for fear that he would not be able to control his restlessness, desire, and hurt her.
Fortunately, her joke just now seemed to dilute her sadness about the broken heart.
That's good. Even if he is a villain, there is no problem with a gangster.
As long as she can get out quickly, Qin Yishu will bring her pain.
Everything is worth it!—
When Yingpo brought Angelica Chicken Soup to Ye Zhiqiu, he saw Ling Mufeng in the ward sitting motionlessly by the bed, and Ye Zhiqiu was also lying on the bed motionlessly.
Neither of them spoke, and they were very quiet.
If he hadn't seen the Baiqi condensed in the air while Ling Mufeng and Ye Zhiqiu were breathing, he would have doubted whether these two were stone sculptures.
"Young Master, I bought Angelica Chicken Soup."
"I got it, put the soup on the table and go down."
When Ling Mufeng pulled his hand back from her belly, a cold wave came instantly, and the original warmth left her.
Ling Mufeng stood up and took the bowl: "Drink some soup!"
"I really don't have an appetite, I don't want to drink it." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head.
"You have to drink a little if you don't have an appetite. This is soup, it doesn't matter."
Ling Mufeng put the soup bowl aside, raised the head of the bed, and placed the pillow behind her.