Chapter 98 (1/2)

All night long, warm.

Only love clings to this warmth, until the moment before waking up, still rub back and forth on it Then, just a stretch, slowly open eyes, feeling extra spirit.

But wait - what's the situation?

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that she was in a hug. Not only that, she also used her feet together and half hung on others However, this is not the point, the point is to hold the master, he is Shen Shaobai, only love a stiff look.

Just feel that just now those beautiful, follow disappear without trace.

Especially when it is noticed that Shen Shaobai has a palm, which is also pasted on his abdomen, which is extremely intimate But love can't help but raise your hand and slap your forehead hard. Last night, I thought about entering others' arms, but I really went in!

Summer only love, summer only love, you really do not strive for it!

”Ah --”

only Aiben is upset, but he didn't pay attention to the right wrist, and he still exerted a lot of force.

At that time, his face was white, his face was wrinkled tightly, and he could not help screaming.

”Baby?”

Shen Shaobai always sleeps shallowly, so he just wakes up. His voice is a little hoarse because of his first wake-up: ”what's wrong?”

”No No discomfort... ”

Love side back, side of the head shaking like a rattle.

At this time, he finally took out his palm from his abdomen, but under the intense gaze, he turned to cover his forehead He was so natural that he felt the temperature of his forehead, which was obviously no longer hot.

Only love Leng, looking at Shen Shaobai a series of actions.

Illusion? For a moment, she felt that he was obviously pitying!

”The recovery is good. The fever has subsided, and there is no recurrence.”

Shen Shaobai is light. I have a word to say.

But love can't imagine that he can have such a side, clearly so indifferent, but for himself, showing care and concern It has to be said that he is really a complex of contradictions, which makes her want to hate, but I can't hate it!

Just thinking about it, I cast a shadow above.

Subconsciously, only love to look up, watching the man thin lips a little closer, until kiss on the forehead In front of the floor to ceiling window, the curtain was not fully closed, and the light from the outside penetrated, reflecting the face close to you.

The stranger is like jade, and the childe is unique.

A poem, flowing in the heart, is suitable to describe Shen Shaobai at the moment.

Suddenly, Xu Tianxue's words reappear in his heart.