How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1565 Sweet Marriage Chapter 126 As if planning to sleep at the bottom of the water forever...

She took a deep breath, grabbed the edge of the bathtub with both hands, and suddenly sank into the water.

The sparkling surface of the water distorted the man's handsome face, her lips moved under the water, and a few strings of small bubbles popped up.

Nan Mubai, please help me, please...

she says.

But her face was also distorted underwater, Nan Mubai could only see her slightly trembling lips floating up with a few strings of small blisters.

He saw the sparkling bottom of the water, her pale and desperate face, and her slowly closing eyes.

She gradually calmed down, and the hand that was grasping the edge of the bathtub slipped down little by little, as if she was going to sleep at the bottom of the water forever...

After more than ten seconds, he still didn't see her coming up, he couldn't help it after all, reached in with both hands, and fished her out.

Breathing fresh air again, she was breathing a little short of breath, and two blushes appeared abnormally on her little face soaked in hot water.

His dark eyes locked onto her small face, and when she looked up and smiled at him, there were obvious traces of moisture in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Nan Mubai's heart sank to the bottom of the water following her actions just now.

With his age and experience, it is too easy to see through a little girl who is not yet 20 years old. Sometimes he feels that she is like a blank sheet of paper, and he can't hide any emotions from him, but sometimes he feels that she is like a girl. It is a flower hidden in layers of mist, mysterious and complicated. When the layer of mist is removed, there is still a foggy whiteness in front of my eyes.

"I want to sleep, you can hug me to bed." She put her arms around his neck.

Nan Mubai frowned, silently fished her out of the water, wrapped her in a blanket, and strode out of the bathroom.

Nan Mubai kissed her forehead lightly, then raised his hand to turn off the light, and embraced her from behind.

Being so close was enough for him to clearly feel the changes in her breathing, sometimes rapid and sometimes depressed.

An hour passed and she still hadn't fallen asleep.

Nan Mubai sighed softly, and forced her to turn over to face him: "Xiaoman, let me tell you a story."

The person in his arms didn't say a word, and after a while, he gave a soft 'hmm'.

Nan Mubai never read fairy tale books, but Mrs. Nan always felt that her sons needed to be nourished by fairy tales to grow up, so that they could become people with dreams when they grew up, so when they were young, they always forced them to listen to her fairy tales.

At that time, I felt extremely tormenting, but now I think about it and thank her a little bit.

Thanks to his good memory, even though he was impatient at the beginning, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he can actually remember everything.

Hao Xiaoman had never seen the fairy tale told by Nan Mubai from Grimm's fairy tales.

His voice is naturally low and deep, which gives people a very reassuring feeling. It is combined with the vague sound of rain outside the window, which is particularly soothing to the body and mind.

She pressed against his warm body, breathed in the light mint aroma of his body, and gradually felt a little sleepy...

……

There was no dream all night, and when she woke up, she was alone in the bed.

She sat on the bed for a while, and suddenly opened the quilt and jumped down. She was unprepared, and there was a sharp pain in her knee. She gasped and had to sit back again.

Pulling back the pajama skirt and taking a look, only to find that the knee had been medicated at some time, and it was wrapped firmly with gauze.

She quietly looked at the gauze on her knees, paused for a moment, then got up, limped out while leaning on the wall.

(End of this chapter)