Zongman: The heroines are all my ex-girlfriends

When I move my body, I feel a heaviness in my arms.

A little difficult to move.

Xuejianyuan stopped moving.

Only then did I remember what happened last night.

In a nutshell, everything that should be done has been done.

Now, pink hair is at your fingertips.

Turn your head slightly.

Xuejianyuan saw it.

In his arms, the pink girl was fast asleep.

Judging from his expression, he must have had a sweet dream.

Especially a girl like Xiao Gu Du who cooperates with everything.

A very awesome experience.

Carefully pull your arm out.

Xuejianyuan tiptoed out of bed.

Only when he got outside the bedroom did Xuejianyuan dare to walk normally.

Find the hotel's internal phone on the table in the lobby.

Xuejianyuan made a call to the front desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Yukima. What can I do for you?"

"Send red dates, lotus roots, pork ribs... and spices to the room."

"Mr. Yukima, do you need raw ingredients? Our hotel provides food, and you can order for free."

"I want ingredients."

"Okay, Mr. Yukima, please wait a moment. We will immediately send someone to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients, and they will be delivered to your room soon."

Xuejianyuan hung up the phone.

The hotel is very efficient.

After all, the price of one night in this suite is equivalent to the monthly rent of an ordinary apartment.

The best ingredients are neatly placed in food boxes and placed at the door.

Xuejianyuan brought the ingredients into the room and walked into the kitchen.

Turn on the fire and boil the soup.

This is the time since Xue Jianyuan got the system and started training.

I gave up my morning run for the first time.

In the past, even when there was a typhoon, Xuejianyuan never missed his morning run.

But today, I won’t run.

Xuejianyuan hummed softly and quickly processed the ingredients with a kitchen knife.

The technique can be considered an art.

Red dates, lotus root and pork ribs soup.

It's a dish that replenishes qi and blood, tastes good, and doesn't contain any of the ingredients that Little Lonely wouldn't eat.

"This so-called youth thing... has nothing to do with me..."

The boy hummed softly.

Like the spice of this morning.

The morning light seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching the boy's silhouette in the room.

The bedroom door was pushed open, bringing a breeze.

Xuejianyuan paused in humming the song.

"Did I wake you up?"

Turning around, Xuejianyuan smiled faintly and asked.

Goto Ichiri shook his head.

At this time, she was only wearing a large white shirt that originally belonged to Xuejianyuan.

The translucent white is propped up into an exaggerated arc, and the buttons bear considerable pressure.

As we all know, mass produces gravity.

This is the scientific law of universal gravitation.

Therefore, it is normal for Yukima Yuan to be attracted by the quality.

“These are once-in-a-lifetime moments.”

“I am nurturing my own dream.”

“There’s no way I’m going to forget them.”

Goto Ichiri hummed the song that the boy hadn't finished singing.

He opened his arms and hugged the boy's waist from behind.

So, Xuejianyuan also hummed along with her.

Although there was no instrumental accompaniment, it sounded like heavenly music to the two of them.

When Goto Ichiri woke up just now, he found that the pillow next to him was empty.

My mood is a bit complicated.

She felt a little lost, but she wouldn't blame her boy.

Her teenager is the best in the world.

If you wake up early in the morning, you will see a young man kneeling on one knee with a diamond ring in his hand.

Only Goto Ichiri would feel embarrassed.

She would uncontrollably wonder how she could be worthy of such a good man.

In the days to come, can I shoulder the responsibilities of a good girlfriend or even a good wife?

Rather than asking for things, Goto Ichiri is more inclined to give in relationships.

If you get too much, you will feel overwhelmed.

A lot of random thoughts ran through my head.

Goto Ichiri vaguely heard soft humming outside the bedroom.

It was the song that ended their band.

He picked up the white shirt beside the bed and put it on.

Goto Ichiri poked his head out of the bedroom.

The boy is busy in the kitchen.

The water vapor slowly rises and then dissipates into the air.

Her heart also began to flutter.

Back to the present.

Xuejianyuan patted the slender hand on his waist.

"Little Lonely, go wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Xiao Gudu's fingers are very slender, but he has no calluses despite years of guitar practice.

When you hold it in your hand, you can't help but want to play with it.

It is as beautiful as a work of art.

Yukima Fuchi began to understand Kira Yoshikage's thoughts.

Little Lonely obediently ran to wash his hands.

Wait until you come back.

The aroma of spareribs has already filled the hall.

Smell the fragrance in the air.

Little Loneliness seems to have become the style of the painting.

"Yuan Jun, even if the bowl contains poison, I will definitely swallow it all without leaving a drop!"

"What a strange declaration! Come and try it."

"Slurp... So delicious, so delicious, I feel like crying!"

"You're crying because you burned your tongue, right? Drink slowly."

Xuejianyuan reached out and knocked on Xiao Gudu's head.

Little Lonely lowered his head out of habit.

But this time, there are no long bangs covering the eyes.

The bright and watery eyes timidly look at you from bottom to top.

It makes people want to hold her in the palm of their hands.

After being taught a lesson.

Little Lonely drank the soup with small spoonfuls.

It’s really delicious.

I've never eaten such amazing food.

The poor vocabulary of loneliness cannot describe the feeling at this moment.

The soft big bed, the traces of sleeping together, the smoke from the cooking stove in the early morning, and him beside me.

Before spring break.

Even in his dreams, Little Lonely could never dream of such a scene.

When ordinary people think back on all these changes, they may feel like they are in a dream.

But Xiao Gu Du knew it clearly.

In the past, I couldn’t even have such an idea.

This youthful, everyday life tastes sweet to the core.

It was a scene that would make her feel stinging even if it flashed across her face on TV.

But only half a year passed.

Little Loneliness was immersed in it, deeply trapped in it, and addicted to it.

Breakfast took nearly an hour.

Little Lonely couldn't help but burp.

The originally flat belly is now bulging with a small belly.

Xuejianyuan chuckled and poked with his hand.

Little Lonely covered his face, feeling a little embarrassed, but restrained himself from dodging it.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Xuejianyuan asked.

After all, Xiao Gudu worked hard all night yesterday and only fell asleep when it was almost dawn.

"If it's just once...it should be fine."