Chapter 27.1 (1/2)
The well-defined hand gently stroked Liang Xiaoyu's smooth hair, slightly bent down, and gently dropped a kiss on the bright and clean forehead. His expression was satisfied, and the joyful smile continued to overflow from the corner of his lips: ”well, I'll do it, and you'll have a rest.”
”Anyway, I won't move any more. Bring it when you're done.” Liang Xiaoyu has to play a little rogue. She thinks of someone's indefatigable toss just now, so she has no guilt about using him.
”Well, I'll feed you later.” Xin Zezhao slowly opened his hand at the top of Liang Xiaoyu's hair and sat up gracefully. His heroic and dark sword eyebrows were slightly raised, adding a few threads of ambiguous amorous feelings.
Liang Xiaoyu's elated face turned a little pale. He quickly pulled up the quilt to cover himself. A pitiful voice came from the quilt: ”I just want to have a good sleep.”
”But when you're safe, I'm not.”
”That's your business. I'm not responsible.” Liang Xiaoyu felt the sight outside the quilt became a little burning, and immediately subconsciously closed his eyes.
”It's up to you.” Xin Zezhao smiles, slowly gets up, cleans up himself neatly, and leisurely continues: ”fill your stomach first, so that you can have strength.”
”I have no strength when I'm full!” Liang Xiaoyu hid in the quilt in anger and shyness until he heard the sound of opening and closing the door.
There is still a strong musk smell in the air. The familiar smell of male hormones mixed with a faint fragrance quietly intrudes into Liang Xiaoyu's breath, and makes her white face blush.
Liang Xiaoyu looks at the sunken place beside her. There is Xin Zezhao's breath and body temperature on it, which makes her feel at ease.
Tired body let her no longer support, eyelids heavy slowly closed, smelling make her very reassuring breath, so with a smile gradually fell asleep.
After a while of busyness, Xin Zezhao opens the door with a food plate and enters. At a glance, he sees Liang Xiaoyu's smiling face on the bed. A certain part of his heart is also in a mess.
The faint warm and contented palpitation is growing vigorously in his heart. It will soon break through the ground and become an indestructible vine. It tightly entangles him and dominates his eyes and heart.