Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 34 Butterfly Loves Flowers

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It was rare to see so much sweat on the white towel that was applied. Wang Xuan's left hand was stuck in the lower part of his waist, and his brows stretched unconsciously.

"It should look very [painful]..."

Wang Shiyu was suspicious and didn't choose to help him, but moved a small wooden chair and sat quietly on one side to admire it.

"Appreciate how [myself] personally destroyed my [dream] [sugar maker]..."

"Appreciate why [myself] stares at [myself] uncomfortable appearance and jumps [from the bottom of my heart]..."

"Very unusual, isn't it?"

She hangs her arms from Erlang's legs in a strange way, and the arms suspended in mid-air are more powerful like [Roman stone pillars] [surprise].

"tired…"

She lifted the teacup and took a sip proudly, then leaned back and leaned on the wooden cabinet again.

As long as Wang Xuan frowns and folds, that is the best [reward] that God bestows on her.

[Exhausted...]
The [sunlight] of the day comes in through the screen window, and the howling of [the wind] is not violent.

She moved the [wooden chair] to readjust to a better viewing angle.

"Just like [Shadow Puppeteer]..."

[Spot of light] impatiently stuck to Wang Xuan's face and stopped.

After a while, the expression of [His Royal Highness] became particularly complicated.

After [sustained exposure to the sun], "It's no different from [ants and silkworms] rolling..."

"Especially when there's an arc of sweat left on your face..."

Wang Xuan's facial organs were gradually wrestling, and his left hand had already broken free from his waist.

In order to have a better viewing angle, Wang Shiyu got up to block the light. Compared with the pain from the sun, she wanted to see Wang Xuan's left arm never being pulled out.

"Whoosh..."

The cool wind outside the window suddenly increased, but the birds flying in the sky were not affected.

"At least the vortex outside the [shop] in the Southern Song Dynasty is much weaker..."

She muttered to herself and walked away from the window.

The sun in the center is slowly passing through the place where the [buildings are scattered].

Wang Shiyu came to the wooden table, and for a moment wanted to know how [Wang Xuan] [fainted] was on his way to get angry.

"Could it be that when I was chasing myself halfway, I was knocked down by something strange..."

"It's still about being conspired and attacked, but you don't kill people to silence it..."

She thought for a while and picked up the only [Sugar Man] left on the table.

"Hey, how could he be killed..."

Wang Shiyu would not believe that a [silly woman] with a [sugar figure] in her pocket would pass out on the street without being [persecuted].

"Perhaps his body has long been unclean..."

Wang Shiyu was talking to herself with a big brain hole, and a short sadness flashed across her face.

"Won't…"

She was comparing the appearance of [Sugar Man], "I didn't expect it to be [myself]..."

"oh oh…"

"It is [His Royal Highness]..."

Wang Shiyu raised the sugar figurine in his hand and remained silent.

"Hey…"

She didn't know [should be angry], but she wanted to exchange [towels] for Wang Xuan again.

The water temperature is just right...

She reached in and writhed, then twisted.

"Whoa..."

The color of the water in the tub was dull.

Wang Shiyu slowly put the towel on his forehead, "Maybe he has a fever..."

She spoke to the bright and slow-heating sky with the window open, as if recalling her own [hourly light] in the dark.

"In the past, no matter why the soldiers fell into a coma, there was always a big [hot cloth] on their heads..."

"A couple of [silent] [women] beside a blood-stained bed..."

"Most of them were friends, relatives, or [opponents] of the dying fighters..."

“[Ping Yongguo] endowed them with life, and also bound their [indescribable] relationships…”

"Enemy and friend..."

Wang Shiyu's eye sockets were moist, and she curled her lips.

She started to pull out Wang Xuan's left arm, which was stuck in the lower part of the waist, and drooped.

Not surprisingly, "He can't die before himself..."

Wang Shiyu put on a mattress [towel], and the temperature was neither warm nor hot.

However, Wang Xuan's expression didn't seem to be in a good mood, as if he was having an [incomparable] [beautiful dream].

"Dog thief!"

He opened his eyes and cursed.

Suddenly, Wang Shiyu's already extremely melancholy face was covered with a thin layer of ice.

The towel [white gauze] wrapped on the forehead happened to slip under the bed and disappear.

"Hey…"

While she was talking, she was suppressed by Wang Xuan's [rude] panting, and she bent down to pick it up, so as not to be dusty.

When he stood up, he saw Wang Xuan lying flat on the bed without saying a word.

"Crazy..."

When Wang Shiyu was a child, he often heard people say that until he was 15 years old, when he went to the [military camp] and saw [frequently dying] soldiers, some unfortunately suffered severe head injuries and fell in love with [crazy words].

"I'm not crazy..." Wang Xuan couldn't move his left hand, it was just rippling in the air.

"Sour and numb..."

He stared blankly at the ceiling, and the sun shone on his cheek again at some point.

Covered in golden yellow, he really likes the sun.

But the nonsense of the [Taoist priest] in the dream really makes people [heartally exhausted].

"Unable to speak…"

"But clearly, no matter how you choose, it will be wrong in the end..."

Wang Shiyu was holding a towel and was rinsing vigorously into a wooden basin filled with clean water, wringing it out a little, and couldn't help being startled again.

"I dreamed of you..."

Wang Xuanwen said weakly that the soreness from his left hand when he got out of bed has gradually decreased.

He tried to find something in the inner sleeve of his release.

"That [sugar man] made by the boss really looks like you..."

With a hint of embarrassment on his face, he looked at Wang Shiyu clapping his hands from time to time.

"like me…"

He stands and fumbles for the other cuff, while Wang Shiyu shakes the [sugar figure] in front of Wang Xuan's eyes.

"You're looking for this..."

She joked that there were countless pearls in her eyes.

There is another small [white dot] hidden in the black bead.

"Just like in a dream..." He murmured to himself, even if Wang Shiyu heard it, he was defenseless.

"you…"

Wang Shiyu's heart beat faster, but she had to make sure that she didn't have a problem with [sexual orientation].

After looking at each other, Wang Xuan's eyes were still the same, even deeper and bluer than the sea at a certain moment.

Just hear "swaying..." sound.

The crisp wooden door was abruptly pushed open, and the [swish] wind that gurgled in from the window was very [refreshing].

She didn't stay, seeing [Han Shi] walking in, she had to retreat first.

"Your Highness, farewell..."

Before Wang Xuan came and issued an order, he saw [Wang Shiyu] and fled out in a panic.

Although back in the house that belonged to her all seemed to be quite settled.

But when she was lying on the bed and staring at the gate, Wang Shiyu touched the position of [heart] immediately.

"Gudong..."

"Gudong..."

"It shouldn't be a feeling of nervousness..."

It was as if a [thief] lived in her heart, and for the first time in history stole her [sugar]...

(End of this chapter)