Chi Huan pressed the quilt on for a while, but the man didn''t move.


    She felt bored and uninteresting, so she withdrew her hand.


    After a few seconds I didn''t see him pull the quilt off.


    When Chi Huan saw him pretending to be dead, he said, "hello."


    The man still didn''t respond.


    She would like to kick him directly, but it''s a pity that he is lying on the bed and it''s not convenient for her to kick him.


    She turned her mouth and looked at the motionless man. "You''re not going to die."


    Still not moving.


    She snorted coldly, "you''d better die in such a disaster."


    No response.


    A strange thought came out of Chi Huan''s mind. If she really smothered the man, it would be a God turn.


    She still reached out and opened the quilt. Just about to take back her hand, she was grabbed by the man who suddenly opened his eyes. He pulled her to himself, and then she fell on him.


    "Oh"


    her head is buckled, and "actively" pastes her lips.


    Asshole.


    After a long, deep kiss, the man pressed her red lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "what to eat at night, happy."


    "Nothing to eat, starve you to death."


    She put the quilt on his head again, pulled out the pillow and smashed it a few times. "Put your underwear on for me, and then send it to all the people in your address book in the light of what I photographed you."


    Then she went out.


    After about half an hour, it was all dark outside, the bedroom didn''t turn on the light, and soon it became dark.


    Is this woman really going to starve him and let him die?


    Mo Shiqian reaches out his hand and turns on the lamp at the head of the bed, and slowly sits up.


    The pain in the waist hasn''t been relieved. It hurts a lot when you move it.


    Putting on his underwear and trousers, he went out naked.


    Just go to the living room, there is a strong fragrance.


    It''s not hard to recognize. It''s from the kitchen.


    She''s cooking?


    Chi Huan is scooping a spoonful of soup and blowing it with his head down. When the heat is almost gone, he delivers it to his lips.


    Her wrist was held by a hand that stretched out from behind, and then she went in the other direction.


    Mo Shiqian holds Chi Huan''s hand and feeds the soup to his mouth.


    The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are submerged by the taste of the soup.


    Her back is attached to his red fruit chest, so close that the breath is intertwined. Chi Huan turns to look at the man''s perfectly curved jaw.


    He is stretching out the tip of his tongue, licking his lips, sexy and flirtatious.


    When the ink looked at her with humble eyes, the lips and breath were thin, "when did you learn it?"


    "When it''s boring."


    The man''s head was lowered a little, and his thin lips were close to her ears. He asked in a hoarse voice, "did you cook the food at that table last night?"


    Chi Huan feels that her ears are numb. She takes the spoon back and pushes his head away


    He looked down at her like a bleeding ear, deliberately blowing, "hungry."


    She reached out to turn off the fire, and said as she filled the soup, "then go to the restaurant and sit down. You can have dinner later."


    Mo Shiqian bowed his head, looked at her white side face, and his pupils shrank.


    Half a sound, the man''s hand is still on her waist, did not speak, did not move.


    Chi Huan looks back at him. "What are you still standing for?"


    When Mo modestly put up the posture of just now, light slowly opening, "what''s the matter with you?"


    She was confused. "What''s wrong with me?"


    A pair of deep dark eyes of the man stared at her face for a moment, but the tone was already very light, thin and sparse, "how to be obedient."


    Chi Huan said to her pale red lips, "have I changed my mind?"


    "He low smile," buy me medicine, take me home, blow my hair, wipe my medicine, pinch my waist, now, even food to me, you are so called love me, it''s not so good for me. "


    It''s called "two words". It''s full of ridicule.


    He held her chin in his fingers and raised her face a little higher, as if it could make her see more clearly. "I hurt your boyfriend and nearly beat him. Are you too sorry for him? Or "


    the ending of a man has become a lot, which means mixed with a deep smile of unknown meaning," figured it out, ready to be my lover? "


    Chi Huan looks at him and laughs, "why don''t you think about it? How can I poison you?"


    Mo Shiqian patted her face gently, "you are not so stupid."


    At night.


    Mo Shiqian sleeps on chihuan''s bed, and chihuan sleeps on the sofa.


    The lights went out, and both men looked at the dark ceiling with their eyes open.The consciousness is clear and clear, all have no sleepiness.


    At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, after the deep night, the moonlight sprinkled into the room, quietly, cool, beautiful and inexplicably sad.


    Chi Huan didn''t change her pajamas. She was wearing a beige, thin and soft sweater. She curled up like a cat in the sofa, with her head resting on the teddy bear. She turned over and lifted the sleeves of her left hand.


    A little above her wrist, wrapped in a white bandage, her right hand caressed it.


    All of a sudden, I pressed it heavily.


    A trace of pain, sharp and dense, attacked her nerves, and the white bandages were also oozing with blood.


    She breathed slowly.


    The light footstep sounds. The night is too quiet. Chi Huan is awake again. She also hears the subtle movements. She immediately puts down her hand, pulls down her sweater and closes her eyes.


    Mo Shiqian is wearing the pajamas that Chi Huan bought for him.


    He stood at the edge of the sofa, under the influence of the moonlight, his originally straight figure was pulled into many, standing silently even if there was a kind of ghost illusion.


    If Chi Huan suddenly woke up and looked at the shadow standing beside him, he would be scared to scream.


    He leaned over and picked her up.


    On the lumbar side, there are dull pains, which are deepened and elongated.


    He walked into the bedroom with her in his expressionless arms. The disobedient woman would sleep on the sofa, causing him to come to aggravate his waist injury in the middle of the night.


    He didn''t even know what she was thinking.


    Don''t you hate him so much? After she refused to sleep with him and compromise to sleep on the sofa, she was not allowed to sleep.


    "Your hands are too long, your feet are too long, and people are too long. My sofa can''t hold you. I just installed myself."


    He didn''t know that she would sleep in a large double bed even if she came to sleep quickly. She would not be used to such a small sofa at all?


    Mo Shiqian usually holds her as easily as a kitten. Now he holds a small and thin woman who has grown up with a waist injury. It''s like holding a jack.


    When Chi Huan is put on the bed, he hears the low and short voice from the man''s throat.