C67 (2/2)
Yesterday was almost her second time, how could she withstand his tireless actions?
Sigh! Where did he get his energy from?
Someone like him was quite suitable to become an emperor. It wasn't difficult to become a woman every day.
Sigh! It was a stallion!
Sighing, he finally moved to Wei. When he looked up into the mirror, he was shocked.
He had originally thought that after being tormented by him for such a long time, her hair must have dried up and her face was haggard. He didn't expect that she, who was reflected in the mirror, was completely different from what she had imagined.
Her little face was pink as rouged wine. Her eyes were large and bright and full of love, like two pools of clear spring water, and her mouth, though swollen, looked like a ripe cherry.
Her skin was even whiter and more tender, as if she could pinch out a puddle of water with just a pinch.
Everyone knew that this was clearly a woman who had fallen into a jar of love and honey. Love had made her attractive and beautiful, and her entire person seemed to be glowing with a faint silver light. It was so dazzling that people couldn't bear to look away.
Looking at her beautiful self in the mirror, she smiled and muttered to herself, ”So love really has magic, really can make people beautiful! ”Not bad, not bad!”
After admiring himself for a long time, he finally remembered that he had to wash up.
He hastily washed his face and rinsed his mouth before slowly walking down the stairs with his hands on his waist.
As soon as he entered the living room, he smelled the strong scent of chicken soup.
When he walked into the kitchen, he saw that the soup had been simmering on a small fire. The fragrance of the soup was continuously wafting out from the blowhole, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable. Saliva of three feet.
She quickly shut off the fire, put on the gloves and carefully lifted the lid. The rich fragrance assaulted her nose, causing her to shake her head and sigh. ”It's so fragrant.”
The chicken was a real native chicken, but not a black-bone chicken, because she had said several times that she did not want to eat a black-skinned chicken.
The yellow soup was a chicken that could only be raised by eating gluten and eating bugs. He stewed it together with Angelica sinensis, Codonopsis, and wolfberry. The soup was both sweet and fresh, and the taste was extremely good.
She took a large bowl and half filled it with soup. She took two more chicken legs and took them out to sit at the dining table and eat them slowly.
The chicken meat was fresh and tender, and the chicken soup was delicious and rich. It was truly delicious.
In the old days, in order to make the chicken stew in a hurry, she would usually stew it in a voltage pot to make it fast and not hot.
The soup today was probably cooked by him when he woke up early in the morning to take a light fire. Even after six to seven hours of stewing, the soup still tasted different.
He finished it in big gulps. He felt that his mouth was sticky because of the rich soup.
He hastily wiped it clean with a piece of paper and tidied up the bowl and chopsticks in a contented manner.
Seeing that the sun was shining and there was no wind, he walked to the backyard at the back to bask in the sunlight.
There was a beach chair by the pool. She took two small blankets and walked over and spread one on the chair while the other covered her.
It was already the beginning of January, and there was still such a warm sun. There was no wind, so it was extremely comfortable to lie here and bask in the sunlight.
Lying there, bored, she looked off into the distance and suddenly remembered that in a short time it would be Chinese New Year.
In the past, she and her parents had always happily celebrated the Spring Festival. On the evening of the thirtieth, all her relatives would come to her house to reunite, and the whole family would gather together and drink, eat and talk. It was so lively and warm that just thinking about it made her incredibly happy.
But this year, the one accompanying her parents was no longer her.
However, they did not know that the girl who looked exactly like her was not their biological daughter at all!
Thinking of this, his heart felt angry and wronged, but even more so, it was filled with deep longing.
She missed them!
Miss their smiles, miss their loving cries...
She missed everything!
The water in his eyes was like a heavy downpour, he could no longer stop …
This afternoon, she was very dispirited.
Mo Zixiao called in the evening, saying that there was a social gathering that couldn't be reached, so she had to eat and rest early.
She agreed and went to heat up the remaining chicken soup before lazily going upstairs.
Lying on the bed, he couldn't fall asleep, so he turned on the TV. He didn't watch it, but wanted the lively sound on the TV to drive away the silence. Lonely.
He waited until very late and did not come back. Finally, he fell into a deep slumber.
In the middle of the night, when she heard the soft snoring around her and felt her head resting on a strong, strong arm, she knew that he was back.
He turned his body to the side and rested his head on his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat. Only then did he feel a little more at ease.
One day, she could tell him about her true origins. One day, he would take her back and demand justice for her.
She could still go back to being Xia Xinxin!
”You're awake?” He had been sleeping very lightly, so when he felt her movements, he reached out his hand to caress her long hair. His voice was a little hoarse. ”Are you feeling better now?”
”Yes.” ”Much better.” ”Yes,” she said softly.
”I'm sorry for yesterday, I didn't know how to restrain myself!” He apologized gently.
Yesterday, he was like a wild horse that had lost its reins. There was no way for him to stop his galloping steps. He only knew how to move forward and didn't understand that she was just a novice.
It was only when she was carried into the bathroom this morning to take a bath that she realized she was almost riddled with scars. It was only then that she realized she was acting more than she could bear, so much so that she had fallen asleep all the time she was bathing her.