Feng Qingcang gave her a very disdainful look, without admitting or denying. He took a square handkerchief from the bedside, threw it into Xin Moer's hand, and said in a commanding tone, "Wipe the oily face."
clean."
Xin Moer blinked and obediently wiped away the oil stains on his mouth, but his heart was not calm anymore. He could actually throw such a light veil over. How did he do it?! Is this the so-called isolation?
Teleportation? It’s amazing!
Feng Qingcang didn't notice her thoughts and blew out the candle directly, "No talking in sleep, no snoring, no grinding of teeth, no making the slightest sound."
…
Xin Moer's eyelids twitched. He couldn't see anything in the dark, so he ran towards the corner where the quilt was spread based on his feeling.
"Ah!" This was the scream he made after hitting his head on the corner of the table.
"Ugh..." He tripped over the chair.
"Ouch!" This time it hit the wall directly, letting out a scream of uncontrollable pain.
"You bedbug!" What kind of candles are you blowing out? Xin Mo'er couldn't stop slandering, and suddenly his whole body was lifted up and thrown onto the bed. The quilt on the ground was thrown onto the bed and fell.
Like a dog eating shit.
"What did you say?" A cold voice came from my ear.
"You..." Xin Mo'er was about to scold Sang, but suddenly remembered that he should have martial arts skills and was not weak at all, so she quickly changed her words, "Don't you know how to be gentler to women?!"
In the darkness, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she vaguely heard him sneer softly.
"Don't make any noise, go to sleep." Feng Qingcang pushed her little body into the bed and lay next to her.
Xin Moer's ears were a little red. Although he was very handsome, she had no intention of committing to him yet! "You, you, you! What are you doing?!" She couldn't see anything in the darkness, so she covered her head nervously.
She held her chest, but found that it was flat. Only then did she remember that this body was just that of a four-year-old child. How could she be considered a woman? She was clearly a girl. How could she forget...
I was still about to say something, but the sound of light breathing came from beside me. I fell asleep so quickly!
Xin Moer pouted, twirled the corner of the quilt, covered her body, and slept soundly all night.
The next day, it was sunny and sunny.
Xin Mo'er laughed, stretched out, and opened her big watery eyes. What caught her eyes was an extremely beautiful and handsome face.
She stared blankly at Feng Qingcang's flawless face. She didn't expect him to be so elegant and charming even in his clothes. The male models and stars of her time were not just a little inferior to him.