Chapter 59： (2/2)

As he lifted Zheng Feiyu's shoulders away, Meteor strode out of the garage.

Zheng Fei clutched the envelope and stood by the car for a long time.

At 2:30 in the middle of the night, rows of monotonous incandescent lamps were lit on the ceiling, the current was unstable, and occasionally flashed a few times, making people's faces pale.

He lowered his head, exhaling a sigh of exhaustion in exhaustion.

When he returned to the bedroom, Yuan Jiang broke a snow that lasted for several days.

Han Yun showed a month, and the snow waiting under the window gave birth to Qinghui, which shone into the room and painted a half-wall bright hall. Zheng Feiyao and his clothes lay in the snow, tossing and turning to sleep, could not dream.

He did not dare to move into the darkness of a large group far away, fearing that he would fall asleep, and he would become a stranger who surrendered to desire when he did not know.

In the mist, the light on his eyelids faded, he sank into a peaceful dream, someone faintly kissed him, his soft lips touched his cheeks, gently, and again, with thick love It seemed to know that he was under unprecedented pressure and wanted to bring him peace.

The man had a good smell, like lily of the valley, and something more than lily of the valley.

More ... what?

Zheng Feiyu didn't know the answer, and tightened his brows in thought.

The thinking in sleep was too sticky and slow, like a worn old car stuck to an old iron shaft with rust, hesitated to move forward. The more you rack your brains, the farther away you are from the answer. Impatient, the good smell faded away. Zheng Feiyu hurriedly took a few sips, only capturing a trace of residual incense.

No!

Can't just let him go!

All the nerves screamed at this moment, issuing a bright red warning. He desperately wanted to wake him up from his sleep, and at some point, he broke through the layers of sticky cobweb-like obstacles, opened his eyes, and sat up.

The bedboard crunched like a rattle, which alarmed the busy people not far away.

Ding.

The porcelain spoon rested on the porcelain bowl, and the sound was crisp and crisp.

"Are you awake?" A young, tender voice asked him.