Chapter 1112 1112: From the bottom of my heart, I would like to express my truest tenderness to her

If it is said that Shujun is like a fire, it is boiling boiling water, which can ignite her and boil her.

Then, Shujun is like a cup of cold white open, which is beneficial to the body and mind, considerate and warm. What he gave her was not the oath of the mountains and seas in the book, the dry rocks of the sea, the strange love of grabbing people's tears, not myths, not legends, but the sweet and bitter companionship in the ordinary years, warm and quiet.

When she can't think of it, he exposes her, when she laughs, he is happier than herself, when she is sad and sad, if it is because of him, he blames himself, if it is because of others, even if it is his own brother, he must be with her to fight the enemy together.

He is like light, like the bright moonlight in this thick night. It's not as bright as the sun, but it's quiet and safe, guarding the side. will accompany her, sweep away the haze for her, light the way forward for her, hold her hand when she needs it, use all the tenderness to give her a warm hug when she is tired, and retreat to the side very intimately and sensibly when she is busy and tired, even if he is lonely when he is alone, even if he is lonely, he does not want to stick to his side, for fear of causing trouble to himself.

He's so good.

She is the place where his emotions are converted, and his love does not depend on words and deeds, not with his mouth, nor with his body, but from the heart, treating her with his heart, and extending the most genuine tenderness to her from the bottom of his heart.

The next day, when Dong Huiying woke up, through the hazy white curtain, she vaguely saw a slender and elegant upright shadow shaking outside the account. She recognized it as Shuyu and got up from the bed. When I opened the bed tent and saw clearly, I saw that the man was dressed in a thin white shirt, and he had long hair like ink, which was not tied with green silk, and in his hand he held a fresh bouquet of fresh flowers that had fallen with dew in the night.

"Awake?"

Shuyu smiled softly at her. She was about to return with a warm smile, when she saw that the man did not change his poisonous tongue and said, "It's so lazy, pigs get up earlier than you." ”

Dong Huiying: "......" frowned and thought for a long time, thought about the heart-to-heart words of the two last night, and finally only held back one sentence: "But I slept later than a dog?" ”

Shuyu: "......" marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog. She slept later than the dog, and he lay down with her, doesn't that mean that if she is a female dog, she is a male dog?

"It's boring." Twisting his face, it seems that he is deflated on this topic, and he is unhappy in his heart.

He took care of himself and replaced the flowers in the vase with those he had picked out early in the morning. Then he walked towards her with a vase: "Remember to water more." ”

She kind of wants to be coquettish.

"I'm lazy."

"Shouldn't it be me who is lazy?"

"I don't want to pour it anyway."

He pouted: "You can't do this, you are the head of the family, you still have to support me, you can't be lazy!" Laziness is excessive, it is not authentic! ”

"But I just don't want to pour it."

His eyes were full of "I really can't help you": "Forget it, I'll just come." I slept late last night, you lie down again, sleep a little longer, my eldest brother has me there, and I'll feed him later. ”

Dong Huiying blinked, and then said "oh", and then lay back in the bed. pulled the quilt and covered his head, but in fact, he couldn't help but snicker.

Shuyu is smart, how can she not see through her delicate and delicate thoughts, but she just wants to get used to her.

He's lazy.

But for her, he can make himself very diligent and can do a lot of things that he is too lazy to do and does not like to do.

Chapter 23 of the Explosive Draft.

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