The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Inexplicably, she suddenly missed Tian Junhao very much, and felt a sense of grievance in her heart, why did she feel that the three roommates were not very friendly.

Throughout the day, An Ying sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone aggrieved.

No one talks to her, even if she takes the initiative, it is good, and people will ignore her.

Her original dream of living in school was shattered the first time.

At night, An Yin slept on the hard board bed in the dormitory, tossing and turning, a bit of resentment suddenly rose in her heart. [

Knowing that she couldn't get used to a hard bed, Hao didn't know how to put more cotton wool on it, and now he felt really uncomfortable.

Also, in the middle of the night, there was actually a girl snoring.

She usually sleeps, and she will be woken up by the slightest noise, but now others are screaming, and she complains endlessly, but she dare not complain.

Well, if you stick to it for a few days, you will get used to it, An Ying encouraged herself in her heart.

I left a feeling, "The bed is so hard, but I will stick to it." I turned off the phone and went to sleep.

After Tian Junhao took a shower, he opened his home while drying the water stains on his hair with a towel.

He knew that An Ying had a habit of updating her mood before going to bed.

Why do you want to know if she is sleeping at the moment, habitually entering her home,

Seeing her renewed mood, "The bed is so hard, but I will persevere to the end", I suddenly felt a little annoyed.

I regret that I only gave her a thin layer of cotton wool.

However, he couldn't help but smile again at the corner of his mouth, cruelly, and threw the phone aside.

In order to have a sexual life every night in the future, An Ying could only suffer a little for the time being.

As long as the little girl can't hold on, she will obediently come back and lie beside her and let herself knead and ask for it.

Well, harden your heart and see who has the last laugh.

He lit a cigarette, sat on the bed and smoked slowly, and the lighter made a slight sound.

Glancing at the empty bed beside him, Tian Junhao felt a little helpless, hey, when will the little girl come back.

An Ying hid under the quilt, tossing and turning, still unable to fall asleep.

At this moment, I really miss Hao's embrace. Hao's warm body temperature and shallow breathing have become a luxury.