love without formula

Chapter 57 Unlucky people will be even more unlucky (5)

Yan Bier was a little nervous.This kid has just taken a shower, and the scent of soap is still on his body. It smells so comfortable, and his eyes are sleepy from the comfort... Yeah, I haven't slept well for the past two days.

After a while, she gradually relaxed. In the past, Tianjie also liked to hug her to sleep like this, feeling very safe.In a trance, her small face couldn't help rubbing against his arms.

Feng Che's whole body tensed inexplicably, and a strange electric current passed by.restraint!Be restrained...don't scare her away.It was because I was too hasty just now that I was pinched.But the hands around her tightened a bit out of the control of the brain.

"Old..." He bowed his head and wanted to say something, but he seemed to hear her even breathing.A thought flashed through his intuition—is this woman asleep? !

strike!Definitely the most powerful hit!Feng Che heard his heart break... Oh my god, my superstar charm has become cheap?Confidence, confidence, is almost gone.

Wouldn't she be like other women, wishing she could pounce on me like a wolf and eat me up?I'm happy to be waiting.Haha, why are you always disappointed when you wait... No, there must be something wrong with this dead woman's head, I really want to dig it open to see what it is made of.

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Yan Bi'er slept very comfortably and deeply, and did not have nightmares like usual.When he woke up, he found that he was covered with a quilt, and when he looked again, Feng Che was frowning, worrying about a pot of hot food.

what is he cookingBi'er moved, and the bed creaked.

Feng Che turned his head and smiled brightly, "I'm awake. Hee hee." He hurriedly put the lid on the pot, hiding behind him like a cover.

"Hey, old woman, go and wash up. I'll take you out for breakfast later." Smile.I have to keep a harmless smile.

Yan Bi'er got up suspiciously, and took some clothes to change and wash.When passing by Feng Che, he probed suspiciously and looked behind him. He smiled strangely, and moved his feet indistinctly to block her sight.

"Mysterious, what are you cooking?" I couldn't help asking curiously.

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing? Does nothing smoke?"

(End of this chapter)