Chapter 89: 89
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From the second day of marriage, the Black Lotus sleeps on the floor next to the bed. She sleeps quietly and quietly. There is no objection. Ling Miaomiao and he live next to each other. They are very satisfied with each other and dream day by day.
As usual, she woke up a quarter of an hour later than Mu Sheng. When she was sitting on the bed, Mu Sheng had rolled up the mattress of the floor and went out.
Eyes turn again, see a lonely Apple rabbit squatting on the bedside table, rabbit buttocks toward her face, looks unspeakable grievance.
Ling Miaomiao glanced at the apple rabbit with disdain. After a while, he felt a little thirsty, so he picked it up and chewed it.
Is gnawing, the Mu sound pinches the comb to appear in front of me, the black moist Mou son is looking at her cleverly, the eye contained a little smile: "delicious?"
"Well..." Ling Miaomiao has a short mouth and answers awkwardly.
He nodded, pulled out the stool and sat down. Patiently, he watched her eat the apple. His comb was pinched at her fingertips and knocked on the table.
"What are you doing?" Ling Miaomiao doubts.
The young man pursed his lips, and two contradictory emotions appeared in his eyes. After a pause, he said, "I bought you a new one Comb your hair. "
"Oh," Miaomiao was a little embarrassed, "actually, I..."
"A whole bottle." He added.
“……” Ling Miaomiao felt a little guilty.
His fingers unconsciously rubbed the teeth of the comb, which seemed to relieve the tension in his heart silently. There was a slight light in his dark eyes: "can I help you comb your hair?"
The girl who ate soft but not hard blinked, a little bit coaxed by his appearance: "last time, you were not so polite..."
She put down the apple, wiped her hands and sat down in front of the dressing table.
Ling Miaomiao doesn't know why Mu Sheng is so interested in her hair. All he knows is that when the hair is in his hand, he can't let it go without playing for half an hour.
She looked at the boy from the mirror, playing with her hair in a soft and almost ambiguous way. When he tried to kiss her hair again, she reminded him seriously: "Ziqi, comb your hair well."
Mu Sheng raised his head and looked wrongly into the mirror. He saw a fairy like ear tip in the girl's soft hair. His cheeks were red and he was looking at him calmly. He felt as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw.
"Miaomiao," he suggested in a calm tone, "is it OK not to tie your hair in the room in the future?"
“…… Why? " Ling Miaomiao's eyelashes trembled for a while, and her feeling of being on pins and needles became stronger. She even talked a little bit.
"I like you so much..." He couldn't keep the calm in his voice, he said softly, and slowly bent down to kiss her on the cheek.
Ling Miaomiao sighed in his heart and didn't dodge.
Forget it, let him kiss it.
Never let him comb his hair again.
She bowed her head. On the table was a brand new bottle of water for combing her hair. A gardenia was exquisitely carved on the bottle.
Wufang town's Rouge powder is exquisite and exquisite, and there are many kinds. Even the bottles are more exquisite than those produced in other places. It's a girl's favorite appearance.
Next to the bottle, there are boxes of bright colored rouge.
Mu Sheng reluctantly let go of her and lifted her hair. Seeing her staring at the table, she whispered, "these are also for you."
Ling Miaomiao picked up a box to see, some hesitation: "I have never used this red."
"Then try." He didn't like it. "I'll paint it for you?"
"No!" Ling Miaomiao immediately refused, staring at the mirror, frustrated to find that tossing for half an hour, her hair is still not combed.
*
on the second day when the leading group settled down in Wufang Town, Liu Fuyi found them a small new house, settled down and planned to live for ten days and a half months.
A house with a small garden is much more comfortable than a cramped Inn, but the house has been deserted for a long time. Many of the furniture is newly purchased, and the bed tent has not been installed in time.
My daily work these days is to go around and buy all kinds of daily necessities in the market.
Because Ling Miaomiao wants to cut new clothes close to her body, and there are women's relatives all around, she rushes back to Mu Sheng first, and plunges herself into the women's group to pick and choose.
After measuring the clothes, it was still early. Ling Miaomiao walked around the shop, carefully selected a new tent, and went back to the house happily.
Wonderful and brisk pace: the tent under her hand is the most textured one she has ever seen in the world - dark dark green, a little retro and elegant. It feels like shark yarn, but it is much softer than shark yarn. What's more, the shopkeeper said that this cloth can not only transmit light, but also filter light, so it can soften the sunlight.
Who knows, when she sat on the bed and unfolded the tent, Mu Sheng's face changed, "what's this?"Ling Miaomiao said casually while managing the tent corner: "my new tent."
Mu Sheng came quickly and stared at the tent in her hand, with a strange tone Don't Don't hang this up. "
"Why?" Ling Miaomiao looks up in surprise and finds that his expression is especially wrong. It's like a small animal with its tail clamped. It's struggling but can't get rid of the confusion. "This tent What's the matter? "
His long eyelashes moved for a while, and after a long time he carefully uttered the following words: -- This color doesn't look good
"But I like it." Ling Miaomiao looked down at him and touched the soft and clear tent It's good for you to see too much. "
He pursed his lips and said, "I I don't like it. "
“……” Ling Miaomiao is on fire.
In fact, since she got married, Mu Sheng has been almost obedient to her. After a long time, she has been used to a little dizzy.
Now he suddenly raised a fierce objection. She was not used to it and was immediately annoyed: "I like my own bed. If you can't stand it, go to the next room."
The young man kept silent and watched her hang the dark green tent corner by corner. The sunlight filtered down from the top of the tent and lit up on the top of her hair. As soon as she raised her chin, the light spot slid to her slightly open lips, which looked like some kind of cake
His eyes were dark, and he forced himself to drink a cup of cold water.
Ling Miaomiao finished hanging the tent, quickly took up her skirt and jumped out of bed. She quickly walked to the cupboard and took out some things from the cupboard.
"Ding Ding Dang -" he was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. When he heard the sound, his hair stood up.
"And what is this?"
As soon as Ling Miaomiao turns around, he sees the things in his arms - the four strings of bells, the style and sound
The beautiful scene of the dream swept up, and a thin layer of sweat came out on his forehead. The ending was trembling: "where did you come from?"
"Well. Where do you get so many problems... " Ling Miaomiao sweated and tied the bell at the corner of the bed several times. The ribbon slid down. She was so tired that her hands were sore, but she still didn't tie it tightly. "On jingyangpo, I saw that there were four bells hanging on the four corners of the bed. They were very beautiful. Seeing that I liked them, she gave me four bells."
"Don't hang this..." There was a bit of pleading in his voice.
Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry: "how does this bell get in the way of you?"
"It will ring at night and make you sleep." His dark eyes fixed on her, and there was something pathetic in his illusion.
"Oh, I'm afraid of noise..." Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips and sincerely assured her, "I sleep very peacefully. It won't make any noise. It won't disturb you."
"But..."
The bell string fell down again. Frustrated, she drew back her arm and knocked hard: "can't hang it up..."
She thought of something and said, "Ziqi, can you hang this for me?"
Mu Sheng stood beside the table, and drank three glasses of cold water blankly. Seeing that the girl was staring at herself expectantly, she walked past.
Fortunately, after she handed the bell over, she picked up her skirt and got out of bed. She just stood at the side from a distance.
He knelt down on the bed with a thin layer of sweat on his palms and tied the bell firmly to the corner of the bed. When he moved a little, the bell would ring and the halo in the tent would shake, which made him at a loss.
It's self abuse to promise her.
He is hanging very hard, suddenly the bed sank, he bowed his head, caught off guard to see wonderful face.
She lay down with her clothes, her neckline slightly open, showing a little delicate and white skin. She was blinking a pair of apricot eyes, looking up at him innocently.
"You You are... " His throat tightened for a while.
"I'll lie down and feel it." Ling Miaomiao was lying under the new tent, full of joy. He rolled two times on the left and two times on the right. The more he looked, the more he liked it. When he looked up, he saw his dark eyes staring at her. He said with a strange smile, "you hang up your hat, what do you care about me?"
She changed her position again. His knee inadvertently supported her soft waist. The heat seemed to spread all over her body from the knee.
His hands were shaking more and more severely. He felt as if there was a fire lying on the bed. It burned him like a pottery pot with several cracks. Soon Soon
He looked down, despairing, and silently pulled the hem.
"Can you Go down first... "
Ling Miaomiao noticed that his body was trembling slightly. He raised his head again, and a little flush appeared on his face.
It was because she was lying here and got in the way of him that she let him hang so hard. She got up with her skirt and stepped aside: "OK."
Looking at his face, and some apology: "you hang up slowly, don't worry."
His eyelashes trembled, as if he didn't hear her. He quickly hung up four corners, got out of bed, rushed out of the door and set off a cold wind."Why?" Ling Miaomiao looks at Mu Sheng's back suspiciously.
*
late at night.
Ling Miaomiao, as she promised, sleeps peacefully, motionless and quietly without making a sound.
He can't sleep.
How can you sleep?
He quietly sat up from the floor, quietly opened a corner of the tent surrounded by the center, and the girl lay flat, with one hand on her abdomen, breathing up and down, and the other hand on the bed.
He sat by the bed, took her hand carefully, and gently kissed the back of her hand.
With a slight movement of her finger, he froze immediately. Then she moved her hand, slowly stroked his face, and then moved up to his forehead.
He was pounding in the center of the darkness, feeling her touch without moving.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Miaomiao sleeps in a daze, and the ending sound is full of attractive soft glutinous, which seems to have no claws.
Her cold fingers rested on his forehead for a moment, and she said in a warm voice, "isn't it too cold?"
“……”
"Why don't you come up and sleep? Your quilt is thin." In her half dream and half wake, Tian Tian's voice was a little hoarse, very kind and touching.
“…… I'd rather not The youth's black eyes flash in the night and refuse difficultly.
"Forget it. Sleep well." She turned over and went to sleep.
But there was a rustle behind him, and the bell rang.
He still climbed up. Instead of climbing up, he tentatively put his hand on her waist and gently pulled the person into his arms.
Ling Miaomiao didn't struggle. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She just mumbled, "don't move."
“……” Mu Sheng bowed her head, but she snatched the lines first.
The man in his arms breathed steadily and slept peacefully. He rested in his arms without any vigilance. His boiling blood slowly subsided. Holding the warm ball, his lips carefully touched her warm cheek.
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From the second day of marriage, the Black Lotus sleeps on the floor next to the bed. She sleeps quietly and quietly. There is no objection. Ling Miaomiao and he live next to each other. They are very satisfied with each other and dream day by day.
As usual, she woke up a quarter of an hour later than Mu Sheng. When she was sitting on the bed, Mu Sheng had rolled up the mattress of the floor and went out.
Eyes turn again, see a lonely Apple rabbit squatting on the bedside table, rabbit buttocks toward her face, looks unspeakable grievance.
Ling Miaomiao glanced at the apple rabbit with disdain. After a while, he felt a little thirsty, so he picked it up and chewed it.
Is gnawing, the Mu sound pinches the comb to appear in front of me, the black moist Mou son is looking at her cleverly, the eye contained a little smile: "delicious?"
"Well..." Ling Miaomiao has a short mouth and answers awkwardly.
He nodded, pulled out the stool and sat down. Patiently, he watched her eat the apple. His comb was pinched at her fingertips and knocked on the table.
"What are you doing?" Ling Miaomiao doubts.
The young man pursed his lips, and two contradictory emotions appeared in his eyes. After a pause, he said, "I bought you a new one Comb your hair. "
"Oh," Miaomiao was a little embarrassed, "actually, I..."
"A whole bottle." He added.
“……” Ling Miaomiao felt a little guilty.
His fingers unconsciously rubbed the teeth of the comb, which seemed to relieve the tension in his heart silently. There was a slight light in his dark eyes: "can I help you comb your hair?"
The girl who ate soft but not hard blinked, a little bit coaxed by his appearance: "last time, you were not so polite..."
She put down the apple, wiped her hands and sat down in front of the dressing table.
Ling Miaomiao doesn't know why Mu Sheng is so interested in her hair. All he knows is that when the hair is in his hand, he can't let it go without playing for half an hour.
She looked at the boy from the mirror, playing with her hair in a soft and almost ambiguous way. When he tried to kiss her hair again, she reminded him seriously: "Ziqi, comb your hair well."
Mu Sheng raised his head and looked wrongly into the mirror. He saw a fairy like ear tip in the girl's soft hair. His cheeks were red and he was looking at him calmly. He felt as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw.
"Miaomiao," he suggested in a calm tone, "is it OK not to tie your hair in the room in the future?"
“…… Why? " Ling Miaomiao's eyelashes trembled for a while, and her feeling of being on pins and needles became stronger. She even talked a little bit.
"I like you so much..." He couldn't keep the calm in his voice, he said softly, and slowly bent down to kiss her on the cheek.
Ling Miaomiao sighed in his heart and didn't dodge.
Forget it, let him kiss it.
Never let him comb his hair again.
She bowed her head. On the table was a brand new bottle of water for combing her hair. A gardenia was exquisitely carved on the bottle.
Wufang town's Rouge powder is exquisite and exquisite, and there are many kinds. Even the bottles are more exquisite than those produced in other places. It's a girl's favorite appearance.
Next to the bottle, there are boxes of bright colored rouge.
Mu Sheng reluctantly let go of her and lifted her hair. Seeing her staring at the table, she whispered, "these are also for you."
Ling Miaomiao picked up a box to see, some hesitation: "I have never used this red."
"Then try." He didn't like it. "I'll paint it for you?"
"No!" Ling Miaomiao immediately refused, staring at the mirror, frustrated to find that tossing for half an hour, her hair is still not combed.
*
on the second day when the leading group settled down in Wufang Town, Liu Fuyi found them a small new house, settled down and planned to live for ten days and a half months.
A house with a small garden is much more comfortable than a cramped Inn, but the house has been deserted for a long time. Many of the furniture is newly purchased, and the bed tent has not been installed in time.
My daily work these days is to go around and buy all kinds of daily necessities in the market.
Because Ling Miaomiao wants to cut new clothes close to her body, and there are women's relatives all around, she rushes back to Mu Sheng first, and plunges herself into the women's group to pick and choose.
After measuring the clothes, it was still early. Ling Miaomiao walked around the shop, carefully selected a new tent, and went back to the house happily.
Wonderful and brisk pace: the tent under her hand is the most textured one she has ever seen in the world - dark dark green, a little retro and elegant. It feels like shark yarn, but it is much softer than shark yarn. What's more, the shopkeeper said that this cloth can not only transmit light, but also filter light, so it can soften the sunlight.
Who knows, when she sat on the bed and unfolded the tent, Mu Sheng's face changed, "what's this?"Ling Miaomiao said casually while managing the tent corner: "my new tent."
Mu Sheng came quickly and stared at the tent in her hand, with a strange tone Don't Don't hang this up. "
"Why?" Ling Miaomiao looks up in surprise and finds that his expression is especially wrong. It's like a small animal with its tail clamped. It's struggling but can't get rid of the confusion. "This tent What's the matter? "
His long eyelashes moved for a while, and after a long time he carefully uttered the following words: -- This color doesn't look good
"But I like it." Ling Miaomiao looked down at him and touched the soft and clear tent It's good for you to see too much. "
He pursed his lips and said, "I I don't like it. "
“……” Ling Miaomiao is on fire.
In fact, since she got married, Mu Sheng has been almost obedient to her. After a long time, she has been used to a little dizzy.
Now he suddenly raised a fierce objection. She was not used to it and was immediately annoyed: "I like my own bed. If you can't stand it, go to the next room."
The young man kept silent and watched her hang the dark green tent corner by corner. The sunlight filtered down from the top of the tent and lit up on the top of her hair. As soon as she raised her chin, the light spot slid to her slightly open lips, which looked like some kind of cake
His eyes were dark, and he forced himself to drink a cup of cold water.
Ling Miaomiao finished hanging the tent, quickly took up her skirt and jumped out of bed. She quickly walked to the cupboard and took out some things from the cupboard.
"Ding Ding Dang -" he was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. When he heard the sound, his hair stood up.
"And what is this?"
As soon as Ling Miaomiao turns around, he sees the things in his arms - the four strings of bells, the style and sound
The beautiful scene of the dream swept up, and a thin layer of sweat came out on his forehead. The ending was trembling: "where did you come from?"
"Well. Where do you get so many problems... " Ling Miaomiao sweated and tied the bell at the corner of the bed several times. The ribbon slid down. She was so tired that her hands were sore, but she still didn't tie it tightly. "On jingyangpo, I saw that there were four bells hanging on the four corners of the bed. They were very beautiful. Seeing that I liked them, she gave me four bells."
"Don't hang this..." There was a bit of pleading in his voice.
Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry: "how does this bell get in the way of you?"
"It will ring at night and make you sleep." His dark eyes fixed on her, and there was something pathetic in his illusion.
"Oh, I'm afraid of noise..." Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips and sincerely assured her, "I sleep very peacefully. It won't make any noise. It won't disturb you."
"But..."
The bell string fell down again. Frustrated, she drew back her arm and knocked hard: "can't hang it up..."
She thought of something and said, "Ziqi, can you hang this for me?"
Mu Sheng stood beside the table, and drank three glasses of cold water blankly. Seeing that the girl was staring at herself expectantly, she walked past.
Fortunately, after she handed the bell over, she picked up her skirt and got out of bed. She just stood at the side from a distance.
He knelt down on the bed with a thin layer of sweat on his palms and tied the bell firmly to the corner of the bed. When he moved a little, the bell would ring and the halo in the tent would shake, which made him at a loss.
It's self abuse to promise her.
He is hanging very hard, suddenly the bed sank, he bowed his head, caught off guard to see wonderful face.
She lay down with her clothes, her neckline slightly open, showing a little delicate and white skin. She was blinking a pair of apricot eyes, looking up at him innocently.
"You You are... " His throat tightened for a while.
"I'll lie down and feel it." Ling Miaomiao was lying under the new tent, full of joy. He rolled two times on the left and two times on the right. The more he looked, the more he liked it. When he looked up, he saw his dark eyes staring at her. He said with a strange smile, "you hang up your hat, what do you care about me?"
She changed her position again. His knee inadvertently supported her soft waist. The heat seemed to spread all over her body from the knee.
His hands were shaking more and more severely. He felt as if there was a fire lying on the bed. It burned him like a pottery pot with several cracks. Soon Soon
He looked down, despairing, and silently pulled the hem.
"Can you Go down first... "
Ling Miaomiao noticed that his body was trembling slightly. He raised his head again, and a little flush appeared on his face.
It was because she was lying here and got in the way of him that she let him hang so hard. She got up with her skirt and stepped aside: "OK."
Looking at his face, and some apology: "you hang up slowly, don't worry."
His eyelashes trembled, as if he didn't hear her. He quickly hung up four corners, got out of bed, rushed out of the door and set off a cold wind."Why?" Ling Miaomiao looks at Mu Sheng's back suspiciously.
*
late at night.
Ling Miaomiao, as she promised, sleeps peacefully, motionless and quietly without making a sound.
He can't sleep.
How can you sleep?
He quietly sat up from the floor, quietly opened a corner of the tent surrounded by the center, and the girl lay flat, with one hand on her abdomen, breathing up and down, and the other hand on the bed.
He sat by the bed, took her hand carefully, and gently kissed the back of her hand.
With a slight movement of her finger, he froze immediately. Then she moved her hand, slowly stroked his face, and then moved up to his forehead.
He was pounding in the center of the darkness, feeling her touch without moving.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Miaomiao sleeps in a daze, and the ending sound is full of attractive soft glutinous, which seems to have no claws.
Her cold fingers rested on his forehead for a moment, and she said in a warm voice, "isn't it too cold?"
“……”
"Why don't you come up and sleep? Your quilt is thin." In her half dream and half wake, Tian Tian's voice was a little hoarse, very kind and touching.
“…… I'd rather not The youth's black eyes flash in the night and refuse difficultly.
"Forget it. Sleep well." She turned over and went to sleep.
But there was a rustle behind him, and the bell rang.
He still climbed up. Instead of climbing up, he tentatively put his hand on her waist and gently pulled the person into his arms.
Ling Miaomiao didn't struggle. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She just mumbled, "don't move."
“……” Mu Sheng bowed her head, but she snatched the lines first.
The man in his arms breathed steadily and slept peacefully. He rested in his arms without any vigilance. His boiling blood slowly subsided. Holding the warm ball, his lips carefully touched her warm cheek.
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From the second day of marriage, the Black Lotus sleeps on the floor next to the bed. She sleeps quietly and quietly. There is no objection. Ling Miaomiao and he live next to each other. They are very satisfied with each other and dream day by day. As usual, she woke up a quarter of an hour later than Mu Sheng. When she was sitting on the bed, Mu Sheng had rolled up the mattress of the floor and went out. Eyes turn again, see a lonely Apple rabbit squatting on the bedside table, rabbit buttocks toward her face, looks unspeakable grievance. Ling Miaomiao glanced at the apple rabbit with disdain. After a while, he felt a little thirsty, so he picked it up and chewed it. Is gnawing, the Mu sound pinches the comb to appear in front of me, the black moist Mou son is looking at her cleverly, the eye contained a little smile: "delicious?" "Well..." Ling Miaomiao has a short mouth and answers awkwardly. He nodded, pulled out the stool and sat down. Patiently, he watched her eat the apple. His comb was pinched at her fingertips and knocked on the table. "What are you doing?" Ling Miaomiao doubts. The young man pursed his lips, and two contradictory emotions appeared in his eyes. After a pause, he said, "I bought you a new one Comb your hair. " "Oh," Miaomiao was a little embarrassed, "actually, I..." "A whole bottle." He added. Ling Miaomiao felt a little guilty. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the teeth of the comb, which seemed to relieve the tension in his heart silently. There was a slight light in his dark eyes: "can I help you comb your hair?" The girl who ate soft but not hard blinked, a little bit coaxed by his appearance: "last time, you were not so polite..." She put down the apple, wiped her hands and sat down in front of the dressing table. Ling Miaomiao doesn't know why Mu Sheng is so interested in her hair. All he knows is that when the hair is in his hand, he can't let it go without playing for half an hour. She looked at the boy from the mirror, playing with her hair in a soft and almost ambiguous way. When he tried to kiss her hair again, she reminded him seriously: "Ziqi, comb your hair well." Mu Sheng raised his head and looked wrongly into the mirror. He saw a fairy like ear tip in the girl's soft hair. His cheeks were red and he was looking at him calmly. He felt as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw. "Miaomiao," he suggested in a calm tone, "is it OK not to tie your hair in the room in the future?" Why? " Ling Miaomiao's eyelashes trembled for a while, and her feeling of being on pins and needles became stronger. She even talked a little bit. "I like you so much..." He couldn't keep the calm in his voice, he said softly, and slowly bent down to kiss her on the cheek. Ling Miaomiao sighed in his heart and didn't dodge. Forget it, let him kiss it. Never let him comb his hair again. She bowed her head. On the table was a brand new bottle of water for combing her hair. A gardenia was exquisitely carved on the bottle. Wufang town's Rouge powder is exquisite and exquisite, and there are many kinds. Even the bottles are more exquisite than those produced in other places. It's a girl's favorite appearance. Next to the bottle, there are boxes of bright colored rouge. Mu Sheng reluctantly let go of her and lifted her hair. Seeing her staring at the table, she whispered, "these are also for you." Ling Miaomiao picked up a box to see, some hesitation: "I have never used this red." "Then try." He didn't like it. "I'll paint it for you?" "No!" Ling Miaomiao immediately refused, staring at the mirror, frustrated to find that tossing for half an hour, her hair is still not combed. * on the second day when the leading group settled down in Wufang Town, Liu Fuyi found them a small new house, settled down and planned to live for ten days and a half months. A house with a small garden is much more comfortable than a cramped Inn, but the house has been deserted for a long time. Many of the furniture is newly purchased, and the bed tent has not been installed in time. My daily work these days is to go around and buy all kinds of daily necessities in the market. Because Ling Miaomiao wants to cut new clothes close to her body, and there are women's relatives all around, she rushes back to Mu Sheng first, and plunges herself into the women's group to pick and choose. After measuring the clothes, it was still early. Ling Miaomiao walked around the shop, carefully selected a new tent, and went back to the house happily. Wonderful and brisk pace: the tent under her hand is the most textured one she has ever seen in the world - dark dark green, a little retro and elegant. It feels like shark yarn, but it is much softer than shark yarn. What's more, the shopkeeper said that this cloth can not only transmit light, but also filter light, so it can soften the sunlight. Who knows, when she sat on the bed and unfolded the tent, Mu Sheng's face changed, "what's this?"Ling Miaomiao said casually while managing the tent corner: "my new tent." Mu Sheng came quickly and stared at the tent in her hand, with a strange tone Don't Don't hang this up. " "Why?" Ling Miaomiao looks up in surprise and finds that his expression is especially wrong. It's like a small animal with its tail clamped. It's struggling but can't get rid of the confusion. "This tent What's the matter? " His long eyelashes moved for a while, and after a long time he carefully uttered the following words: -- This color doesn't look good "But I like it." Ling Miaomiao looked down at him and touched the soft and clear tent It's good for you to see too much. " He pursed his lips and said, "I I don't like it. " Ling Miaomiao is on fire. In fact, since she got married, Mu Sheng has been almost obedient to her. After a long time, she has been used to a little dizzy. Now he suddenly raised a fierce objection. She was not used to it and was immediately annoyed: "I like my own bed. If you can't stand it, go to the next room." The young man kept silent and watched her hang the dark green tent corner by corner. The sunlight filtered down from the top of the tent and lit up on the top of her hair. As soon as she raised her chin, the light spot slid to her slightly open lips, which looked like some kind of cake His eyes were dark, and he forced himself to drink a cup of cold water. Ling Miaomiao finished hanging the tent, quickly took up her skirt and jumped out of bed. She quickly walked to the cupboard and took out some things from the cupboard. "Ding Ding Dang -" he was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. When he heard the sound, his hair stood up. "And what is this?" As soon as Ling Miaomiao turns around, he sees the things in his arms - the four strings of bells, the style and sound The beautiful scene of the dream swept up, and a thin layer of sweat came out on his forehead. The ending was trembling: "where did you come from?" "Well. Where do you get so many problems... " Ling Miaomiao sweated and tied the bell at the corner of the bed several times. The ribbon slid down. She was so tired that her hands were sore, but she still didn't tie it tightly. "On jingyangpo, I saw that there were four bells hanging on the four corners of the bed. They were very beautiful. Seeing that I liked them, she gave me four bells." "Don't hang this..." There was a bit of pleading in his voice. Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry: "how does this bell get in the way of you?" "It will ring at night and make you sleep." His dark eyes fixed on her, and there was something pathetic in his illusion. "Oh, I'm afraid of noise..." Ling Miaomiao pursed her lips and sincerely assured her, "I sleep very peacefully. It won't make any noise. It won't disturb you." "But..." The bell string fell down again. Frustrated, she drew back her arm and knocked hard: "can't hang it up..." She thought of something and said, "Ziqi, can you hang this for me?" Mu Sheng stood beside the table, and drank three glasses of cold water blankly. Seeing that the girl was staring at herself expectantly, she walked past. Fortunately, after she handed the bell over, she picked up her skirt and got out of bed. She just stood at the side from a distance. He knelt down on the bed with a thin layer of sweat on his palms and tied the bell firmly to the corner of the bed. When he moved a little, the bell would ring and the halo in the tent would shake, which made him at a loss. It's self abuse to promise her. He is hanging very hard, suddenly the bed sank, he bowed his head, caught off guard to see wonderful face. She lay down with her clothes, her neckline slightly open, showing a little delicate and white skin. She was blinking a pair of apricot eyes, looking up at him innocently. "You You are... " His throat tightened for a while. "I'll lie down and feel it." Ling Miaomiao was lying under the new tent, full of joy. He rolled two times on the left and two times on the right. The more he looked, the more he liked it. When he looked up, he saw his dark eyes staring at her. He said with a strange smile, "you hang up your hat, what do you care about me?" She changed her position again. His knee inadvertently supported her soft waist. The heat seemed to spread all over her body from the knee. His hands were shaking more and more severely. He felt as if there was a fire lying on the bed. It burned him like a pottery pot with several cracks. Soon Soon He looked down, despairing, and silently pulled the hem. "Can you Go down first... " Ling Miaomiao noticed that his body was trembling slightly. He raised his head again, and a little flush appeared on his face. It was because she was lying here and got in the way of him that she let him hang so hard. She got up with her skirt and stepped aside: "OK." Looking at his face, and some apology: "you hang up slowly, don't worry." His eyelashes trembled, as if he didn't hear her. He quickly hung up four corners, got out of bed, rushed out of the door and set off a cold wind."Why?" Ling Miaomiao looks at Mu Sheng's back suspiciously. * late at night. Ling Miaomiao, as she promised, sleeps peacefully, motionless and quietly without making a sound. He can't sleep. How can you sleep? He quietly sat up from the floor, quietly opened a corner of the tent surrounded by the center, and the girl lay flat, with one hand on her abdomen, breathing up and down, and the other hand on the bed. He sat by the bed, took her hand carefully, and gently kissed the back of her hand. With a slight movement of her finger, he froze immediately. Then she moved her hand, slowly stroked his face, and then moved up to his forehead. He was pounding in the center of the darkness, feeling her touch without moving. "Why haven't you slept yet?" Miaomiao sleeps in a daze, and the ending sound is full of attractive soft glutinous, which seems to have no claws. Her cold fingers rested on his forehead for a moment, and she said in a warm voice, "isn't it too cold?" "Why don't you come up and sleep? Your quilt is thin." In her half dream and half wake, Tian Tian's voice was a little hoarse, very kind and touching. I'd rather not The youth's black eyes flash in the night and refuse difficultly. "Forget it. Sleep well." She turned over and went to sleep. But there was a rustle behind him, and the bell rang. He still climbed up. Instead of climbing up, he tentatively put his hand on her waist and gently pulled the person into his arms. Ling Miaomiao didn't struggle. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She just mumbled, "don't move." Mu Sheng bowed her head, but she snatched the lines first. The man in his arms breathed steadily and slept peacefully. He rested in his arms without any vigilance. His boiling blood slowly subsided. Holding the warm ball, his lips carefully touched her warm cheek. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
