Then cover it halfway with a quilt.

It's just childish.

He watched as she took out her makeup and toiletries and put them in the bathroom, and when she came out, she had already changed into her pajamas.

When Luo Nanchu climbed into bed, she turned her head to look at the muffled man leaning against the door, she looked at him and smiled slightly, and asked, "Where are you going to sleep today?" ”

Fu Tingyuan walked over and leaned over to press her underneath.

Luo Nanchu put his arm around his neck and pushed his head with a sullen smile: "Don't bite." ”

He bit her collarbone so badly.

Fu Tingyuan pressed her refusal hands on top of her head and raised his head to look at Luo Nanchu's face.

She still had a gentle smile on her face, as if shrouded in a faint mist, a little blurred that made people unable to see real emotions.

He was in a bad mood.

Indescribably bad.

He didn't speak, just bowed his head and kissed her roughly, she didn't refuse him, and endured his rudeness and anger.

……

Luo Nanchu turned his head sideways and watched the man with his back to her and getting dressed.

There was still a little smell in the air, but each other's bodies were already cold.

She looked at his back and felt some unbearable pain in the depths of her heart, she reached out and fished back the baby shark Sam who had fallen to the ground, and hugged it tightly in her arms.

Fu Tingyuan got dressed, turned around and walked out.

A slight sound of the door closing, Luo Nanchu curled up his whole body into the quilt, hugged Sam tightly, and buried his face in Sam's body.

In the pain that was almost suffocating, she even tasted a hint of masochistic pleasure, she poked her face out of the bed, gasping for breath, and laughing a little unstoppable.

Luo Nanchu, why should he be a saint and tell him everything, it is better than he hates her.

But no. I can't say. I can't even say that I was killed.

She fished Sam out and looked at the unchanged expression on Sam's face, the look of Sven scum really looked like him.

She bowed her head and kissed it, hugging it tightly: "I'm glad I brought you here, isn't it?" ”

If I love you, the gods won't blame me.

Spring in London is unexpectedly bright.

Luo Nanchu woke up to the crisp sound of birdsong.

She was tossed a little miserably last night, and she lay lazily in bed early in the morning and didn't want to move.

The light blue curtains were blown by the breeze, and the sunlight was carried in with the fragrance of flowers.

She closed her eyes, feeling the rare comfort of this morning.

She stayed in bed for a while, a little hungry, and she didn't see Fu Tingyuan come over and call her to get up.

Sighing helplessly, she stepped on her slippers and opened the door and walked out. Then he leaned on the railing of the walkway and looked up into the hall below.

Lu Mingyou is a bright and bright girl. She has long, fluffy, seaweed-like hair and a petite and slender figure that is well proportioned. Standing there, there is a pampered girl's own aura.

Luo Nanchu leaned on the railing and looked at her.

The high heels and slippers I saw last night seemed to be hers.

Fu Tingyuan came back from feeding the birds outside the garden, and watched Lu Mingyou walk in from outside the door with high heels. He patted the remaining bird food on his hand, withdrew his gaze with an indifferent expression, and turned to walk towards the restaurant.

"Fu Tingyuan."

Her voice was crisp, with a sweetness that matched her appearance, Fu Tingyuan stood still and glanced at her.