The flowers with morning dew reveal their fragrance and sweetness, and the green flowers have faded away, exuding a delicate and charming charm.
The slight sweetness of the flower petals was mixed with the freshness of the earth, and with the morning breeze sneaking in through the window lattice, Ye Zhenzhen frowned and woke up from the pain all over her body, and unexpectedly saw Cui Weizhen's calm and handsome sleeping face.
It was already three o'clock in the morning, and he was still lying on the bed, which was rare.
Even though Ye Zhenzhen was careful enough, the slightest movement still woke up the people around her.
Cui Weizhen opened her eyes and saw Ye Zhenzhen's face that was flushed with embarrassment or shyness. She stiffened instantly, her thin voice fell between her lips and teeth, and her eyes wandered like someone who had been caught doing something wrong.
The child, with a thin and hoarse voice, asked, "Did I wake you up?"
"No."
Her eyes were wet, her crimson cheeks had a healthy color, and she looked delicate and shy like a kitten with its tail curled up, so cute.
Cui Weizhen felt pity and love in his heart. He probably guessed what she was thinking. He knew that she was a shy daughter and couldn't let go for a while, but he didn't force it and said, "You can do it yourself."
This seems to be the best option.
Ye Zhenzhen coughed slightly in embarrassment and said, "Turn around and don't look at me."
Cui Weizhen turned around very obediently, and soon there was a squeaking sound behind him...
"alright."
The woman's clear and melodious voice was like a spell, awakening the stiff Cui Weizhen. He glanced at the changes in his body uncomfortably, took the ointment and put it away calmly. When he returned to the bed again, he was already fully dressed.
, even in the thin spring shirt, there is nothing wrong with him at all.
He held a handkerchief and wiped Ye Zhenzhen's hands with a natural expression.
Ye Zhenzhen, who was about to wash her hands: "..."
I really want to perform an explosion on the spot.
As if Cui Weizhen didn't notice Ye Zhenzhen's embarrassment, he very considerately took out a pink spring shirt and asked her in a serious manner, "How do you like wearing this today?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Is this still her brother Zhen? Could it be that he is possessed by something strange?
Although she was complaining, she had to say that she was still sweet in her heart. Her round and lovely almond-shaped eyes narrowed into two crescents in a smile, "Okay, it's up to you."
A woman likes her appearance. As long as he likes it, she can wear whatever she wants. However, this spring shirt seems a bit unfamiliar...
