My husband is a wife

Chapter 1298 Did We Know Before?

Dongfang Xing didn't bother to pay attention to her thoughts, found a set of clothes for her, and prepared to go out.

Xiahou Huan'er quickly grabbed his arm, raised her head and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Dongfang Xing glanced down at her hand, and said flatly, "I'll prepare hangover tea for you." Otherwise, she would definitely have a headache tomorrow.

"Oh, you still have some humanity." Xiahou Huan'er let go of her hand with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Dongfang Xing snorted coldly before turning and leaving.

Xiahou Huan'er smirked towards his back for a while, then shuddered suddenly, and then came back to her senses, brushed her hair carelessly, and then swayed out, suddenly feeling very tired, swayed to the side of the bed, with a plop, I fell on the bed and wanted to sleep.

When Dongfang Xing came in with hangover tea in his hands, he saw her fall down with wet hair, and his face turned livid.

This girl just doesn't have a long memory, how many times he has told her that she can't just sleep with wet hair like this, she just took his words as wind on her ears.

He sat by the bed, patted her face with his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Xiahou Huan'er, get up for me."

"Hmm... don't disturb me... I'm so tired..." Xia Hou Huan'er frowned, and slapped his hand away displeased.

Dongfang Xing looked down at her tired face, and there was a distressed expression on Jun's face. Too many things happened in the past few days.

How can she bear so much?
His face couldn't help softening, and he reluctantly moved her head over, then took the hair dryer on the bedside, and gently dried her hair.

Xiahou Huan'er fell into a drowsy sleep, rubbed unconsciously, and then fell asleep again.

Seeing her unconscious dependence, Dongfang Xing couldn't help showing a rare doting smile on his lips.

Slender fingers shuttled through her soft hair.

Her hair had grown so much, it was so black and shiny, yet so impossibly soft that he couldn't put it down.

He sat quietly by the bed, staring at her with deep eyes reluctant to blink, as if he wanted to imprint her deeply in the deepest part of his heart.

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The moon has passed through the hollow.

The tired crowd gradually dispersed.

Love and Ruxin sat in front of the bonfire, and it seemed that everyone was reluctant to propose separation.

Love looked sideways at the mask on his face, and asked in a begging tone: "Can you take off the mask and let me see what you look like?"

His figure is so tall and burly, standing beside him, he feels so safe.

His arms are so strong, so fucking reassuring.

His palm was so big and warm, and when his little hand was held by it, he wanted to hide in a safe haven, which was rare.

Shaking his head frustrated, "Sorry."

"But I really want to see what you look like." They had a good time tonight and got along very well, and finally gave her a little comfort to her lonely heart, "Don't you have the heart to let me remember you in the future?" When you were young, do you only remember the mask on your face?"

Frustrated eyes narrowed, and he said with some depression: "It's very happy to be with you tonight. I have been a zombie for so long, and the happiest thing is tonight."

"I'm glad to meet you too, but you don't let me see your face clearly, it's not fair." Love said a little forcefully.

"I... really can't..." Su Xin became a little anxious, and his tone of voice changed a little unconsciously.

"Hey, sorry, did we know each other before?" Love frowned and stared at him suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)