Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Reluctantly, Changshang stood up from him, and she walked into the room in a downpoured nightgown, very sadly.

The temperature on the balcony is too low, and there is heating in the house, even if you take off your bathrobe, you don't feel cold.

But, what if she danced too enthusiastically, and then he remembered the day when he tied him to the bed, and then tossed her so hard that her feet were so weak that she couldn't get out of the bed for a few days, what should I do?

Standing there dawdly, she weighed the pros and cons of jumping or not jumping in her heart.

Chang Mian was still sitting on the balcony, with a little impatience on his face, and said with a smile.

"Are you jumping or not?"

"Chang Mian, there is one thing that I forgot to tell you."

Chang Mian frowned lightly: "Don't change the subject, I want to watch you belly dance."

This twisted woman just asked her to dance, and she just stood there stupidly for a long time. Where did she look like she was too excited to dance last time?

Uh...

"Actually, the last time I did it was to prevent dysmenorrhea. I searched it on Baidu. Belly dance is a healthy dance that has an effective health care effect on the body. It can regulate the female endocrine system, promote pelvic blood circulation, internally massage the abdominal cavity and Organs such as the uterus have a certain auxiliary therapeutic effect on dysmenorrhea."

"That's right, you will dance every night from now on, and it won't be so painful when Yueyue comes." Chang Mian smiled: "I will supervise you from now on, and you will dance in front of me every day."

Three crows flew over Shang Shang's head.

She clenched her hands tightly at this moment, wishing to bite off her tongue, "Isn't it?"

"What is it, jump up?"

woohoo...

"How about, Chang Mian, let's dance rumba? Or dance to the dance music on my birthday night? It's so boring to dance alone." Chang Mian looked at Chang Mian with a bitter face, her heart was extremely sad, and she prayed.

She liked the dance on her birthday night the most. At that time, she was like a lark flying wantonly, no matter how she danced, as long as she gave him her hand, she could perform the most beautiful movement.

Chang Mian smiled lightly, but did not reject it.

In the hotel room late at night, amidst the soothing music, a handsome man put his arms around the woman's waist. Looking out of the window, he seemed to be able to guess that there were two figures behind the curtain. How romantic would that be? Mood?

Step, spin, leap, turn around, spin again...

At the end, Chang Mian panted slightly, lowered her head, and caught the woman's rosy lips.

Looking at her in front of him, she was shy, and then thinking of the scene that Brother Yan said, he imagined to himself, a ten-year-old girl who was knocked down by a car and covered in blood, holding her wound tightly with her hands, while staying awake, While holding Mrs. Yan's hand, she muttered in her mouth: Save brother Chang...