The President's Exorbitant Wife

As soon as Long Qingyue's voice fell, she saw that she took a deep breath, lowered her head as if she was dying, and took a sip of the hangover soup from the bowl, then put the bowl down, turned and half-kneeled on the couch, holding his face with both hands , soft lips pressed against his cool lips...

The warm soup slowly flowed into his mouth, with her unique fragrance, the taste was incredible, and his black eyes instantly darkened...

Just like that year, he went crazy to find her on the snowy mountain. At that time, she was completely unable to eat. It was he who slowly chewed the food he brought and fed it into her mouth. He was unconscious, but he still instinctively searched for the heat source, not only took away the food from his mouth, but also greedily rolled his tongue and kept sucking, the delicious taste still fresh in his memory...

After repeating this several times, only one bowl of soup was finished, and Mu Nuanxin's face was so red that it almost dripped blood, and he was too embarrassed to look at him. "Wait a moment……"

"Mu Nuanxin, I said that you are not allowed to reject me!" Long Qingyue pinched her cheek unhappily, her original good mood was gone, and her black eyes were once again dyed with cold gloom.

Mu Nuan's heart was pinched by him, and when he lowered his head to kiss her again, she turned to avoid him again, "I'm not rejecting it, it's just that your hair hasn't been dried yet, so you can sleep on your head tomorrow. It will hurt more, so let me help you dry it, okay?"

Long Qingyue's black eyes suddenly shrank violently, and her heart chords were moved again. In her pleading gaze, he slowly let go of her, her tender skin had been turned white by his pinching, but she was not in the slightest. I don't care, I quickly checked in and ran to the bathroom to get a towel and came back.

She knelt on the couch and wiped his hair earnestly, one by one, very carefully, until his hair was completely dry, then she put the towel aside, looked at him nervously and said, "I'll help Press your head, it will feel better."

Long Qingyue did not object, she shyly climbed onto the couch and knelt beside him. At this moment, there was only one voice in her heart, that is, she didn't want to see him feel the slightest bit of sadness, then her heart would really It hurts.

He raised his small hand and pressed his temple for him. The very suitable force made his pain suddenly relieved. He closed his eyes comfortably, rested his head on the couch, and enjoyed her service.

After holding it for half an hour, Long Qingyue only felt that the pain that had been tormenting him had miraculously disappeared completely. He opened his eyes abruptly and found that the girl in front of him had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Is it better?" Mu Nuanxin stopped, looked at him nervously and asked.

"Well, it's much better, you can take a break, too." He pulled her hand down, and his black eyes returned to their former style again, showing that he was really tortured by this headache.

Mu Nuanxin let out a long sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth couldn't help raising her, she sat down on the couch so tired, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"Are you tired?" He stared at her deeply, his deep black eyes filled with tenderness that he hadn't even noticed himself, almost drowning people in it.

Mu Nuanxin was startled and shook her head slightly. As long as it can make him not hurt, she is not tired at all...