Madam Dihao is not good

After waking up from the dream, she opened her eyes, and the man she loved the most was still there, lying beside her with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The morning sun came over, with a touch of gold.

Sikong Zeye had long eyelashes, messy and slightly curly hair, and on his head was the wound she personally wrapped for him yesterday.

As if she couldn't believe it was real, her fingers couldn't help but lifted up and touched the gauze.

The rough plaid rubbed against her fingertips, as if her heart was being rubbed too. [

Suddenly the man opened his eyes and faced her with a slightly drunk look.

Bai Yunshang's drowsiness woke up completely, it was him, Sikong Zeye, this man who wanted to forget but was engraved in her heart for the rest of her life.

"Are you peeking at me?" He grabbed the hand she was about to pull away, put it on his lips and kissed the fingertips, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Are you feeling sorry for the wound on my head...?"

Bai Yunshang unnaturally wanted to pull his hand away.

But after a three-second pause, she turned into a soft smile:

"Yes, I'm peeping at you."

"..."

"I feel sorry for the wound on your head."

Sikong Zeye's gaze sank slightly, he turned over and landed on top of her.

he used to be naked>

Her hands were pressed to the top of her head by him.

Bai Yunshang felt the swollen hard object between his legs, but he didn't expect him to be so impulsive: "I'm still menstruating..."

Sikong Zeye smiled evilly: "I can understand that it's okay after menstruation is over?"

"Didn't you say we're going to do everything we've ever done? I'm 'behaving' right now, aren't you getting too involved?"