Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 172 Warm hands
The more Nan Yi thought about it, the more excited she became, and she even wanted to wake up Ning Zhixu and ask him to change the age of her registered permanent residence.

But she couldn't bear to see the tired look on the young man's face.

The body slowly relaxed and lay flat on his side, with the young man's arms resting on his neck, letting him circle himself.His other arm was around her waist in a very intimate position.

It is a bit wronged to accommodate two people in a single folding bed, and the two are very close.

It was so close that the boy's breath sprayed on the tips of her ears.

Nan Yi's hand, which had no place to rest, rested on the back of his hand casually, and only then did he feel that his body temperature was a little low. He occupied his bed last night, and today he was questioned all day at the Public Security Bureau. He must be tired.

The little girl got into his bed, held his hands, pulled off his clothes, and pressed the boy's cold hands on her lower abdomen.There is no barrier, just skin to skin.

The cold touch made people tremble instinctively, Nan Yi cursed inwardly, the dog——

The little hand was always wrapped around the boy's hand.

Naturally, Nan Yi didn't wake him up two hours later, and later she curled up in his arms and fell asleep comfortably.

The next morning, the light came through the window, and the two of them opened their eyes almost at the same time.

The boy wanted to turn over, only to realize that both of his hands were being held and pressed against her soft abdomen.

After a few seconds of dull brain, he realized that Nan Yi was warming his hands.

The young man leaned his back against the wall, buried half of his handsome face in the pillow and smiled, knowing that she was awake, he shook her waist.

"South Italy."

Nan Yi usually opened her eyes and waited for her soul to return, and she hummed slowly, without much energy: "Morning Xu."

The little girl's tone is lazy and charming, giving people the illusion that they have been together for many years
Ning Zhixu lay on the side, picked the soft flesh of her abdomen with his fingertips, and yelled in the morning: "What is this for? You want to take part of my body while your Master Xu is sleeping?"

The palm under the palm was warm at the moment, Nan Yi snorted and slapped his dog's paw away: "If I want to own it, I don't want this part."

Thinking of her saying that she was going to be on top, the young man's expression changed suddenly.

Confused, he asked, "Then which part do you want?"

Nan Yi said frankly: "Face."

Oh.

It was a young boy who was evil just now.

Realizing that he was thinking of the tens of billions of school girls, the young man laughed in a muffled voice: "It's really terrible."

Unable to hear what he was saying, Nan Yi tilted her head to look at him: "Master Xu, I'm hungry."

The sunlight outside the window was projecting on half of the boy's face, and the already impeccably handsome face was covered with soft light at this moment, making it even more stunning.

If I could see such a face every morning, I wouldn't have to inhale oxygen every day!

Nan Yi blinked, and rushed over to hug him.

The boy let her hug him, stretched out his hand to the phone on the table, ordered her breakfast, and also bought bean paste buns.

The little girl frowned in disgust: "I don't like bean paste buns."

The vinegar-soaked dog: "Then can you chat for 17 seconds with the penultimate one because of the red bean paste bun?"

South Italy:.
Sorry to bother you.

She shouldn't be talking to a dog with a stopwatch.

While waiting for the takeaway, after the two washed up in the bathroom, one of them was drinking a bottle of milk and sitting on the dilapidated folding bed in the dilapidated billiard hall, each swiping their phones.

Nan Yi is reading celebrity news, gossip and gossip.The person next to him was watching something quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

She looked over curiously, and saw him input three words in the search bar of the web page: review letter.

A bunch of related links pop up.

Nan Yi looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't you finish writing?"

The boy hummed: "Maybe I need another copy."

　The warm third is delivered.

　　Today is still Xu Gou and Ten Billion School Flower saying good night to you.

　　There is no update in the early morning, check back tomorrow.

　　Why do you think your Master Xu wrote two self-criticisms?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)