I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

She seemed to be dead, tired, numb, and unconscious!

However, just now, when she heard the three words Qin Minglang, just this name, she knew that she still had some feelings in her heart.

After cooking, Li slowly went to call Gao Ce, but Gao Ce didn't come down to eat.

Li Huan slowly stared at the table full of dishes, slightly dazed.

After a long time, I picked up the chopsticks and started eating bit by bit. [

After eating, Li slowly went upstairs and closed the door.

Lying quietly on the big bed, she closed her eyes.

Gao Ce followed and stood by the bed.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Li Huanhuan kept his eyes closed.

After a long time, Li Huanxuan said dully, "Are you going to class tomorrow?"

"Tonight, can you not come?"

Hearing these words, Gao Ce frowned slightly.

Then he took a bath silently, and lay down beside Li Huanhuan.

Stretching out his arm, his slender fingers with well-defined joints slowly stretched out towards Li.

This is just near the end of summer, and the air conditioner is on in the house, which is a suitable temperature.

However, when Gao Ce stretched out his hand, what he touched was Li Huanxuan's icy body.

"Cold?"

Gao Ce stretched out his hand to grab Li Ranran's psoas muscles,

Gently but still with a force that cannot be resisted, he pulled her closer to his arms.

Li slowly stiffened all over.

Opening his eyes slightly, he looked at the dim light on the bedside table, his eyes were a little sour.

He moved slightly, but was firmly held down by Gao Ce again.

Then he drew closer to his side, pressing against his skin tightly. [

Let her own temperature be transmitted to Li Ranran's body fiercely.

"Sleep...>

Gao Ce obviously had a lot to say, but it got to his mouth.

But just following Li Huanhuan's intention, he said such a sentence.

Li slowly nodded silently.

The face is laid on the quilt, and the delicate jacquard lace feels soft and delicate.