Beloved of Bossy President

Nightmare

Beiming night was almost vomited to death! How dare she think he's already gone to bed?

Raised eyebrow corner to see her one eye dully, his thin lip frets, already dully thoroughly don't know what to say.

Mingke really thought he was asleep all the time. No wonder he didn't turn his head back for more than an hour, except for taking a bath in the middle of the day and wiping his face and neck.

But Ming really thinks that he is asleep. He doesn't hum and doesn't move. What is sleeping? Did he sulk here for more than an hour? She would not believe such a thing.

Because he thought he was asleep, he was very busy.

Now I see him sitting up all of a sudden, and I just wonder if he was awakened by nightmares after experiencing these things tonight.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dream." She patted the back of his hand in a soft voice: "thirsty? Would you like some water? Shall I get you a glass of warm water? "

Originally, the first half of her words made Beiming night half dead. She just wanted to tell her not to say that he didn't have a dream. Even if he had a nightmare, he would be scared by the nightmare. That's also a woman's thing. She said that he would wake up from the nightmare and need a woman to comfort him. Who can believe that?

But her voice was so gentle, and her tone was so sincere when comforting himself. At this moment, he suddenly didn't want to continue to make trouble with her.

When this wench gentleness rises, no matter say what, that voice always can easily smooth his heart bottom any stuffy.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mingke patted him on the back of his hand again, turned and went to the water dispenser. After pouring him a cup of warm water, she went to the bedside to sit down and handed the cup to him. She said softly, "drink water first and slow down."

Beiming night still doesn't speak, just looks at her calmly.

Mingke had no choice but to think that his laziness was breaking out again, so he had to get closer to him, put the quilt close to his lips and feed him warm water bit by bit.

He drank most of a glass of water, until his thin lips left the edge of the cup, she stopped, put the cup on the bedside table, looked at him and said softly, "it's too late. Go on sleeping. When you wake up tomorrow, the wound won't hurt so much."

Beiming night still didn't speak. She held her breath for more than an hour, because her simple words of concern dissipated inexplicably.

He looked at her, with a kind of eyes that had never been used before. From their acquaintance to the present, the past bit by bit came back to his heart, which suddenly made him a little confused.

Why did he have to let her stay with him at the beginning, and even use the worst means to let her stay? What is the relationship between the two now? Why does he occasionally have the illusion that their relationship seems to be more than just an agreement? Especially after everything that happened tonight.

But if you want him to tell you more about the relationship, he can't tell. If you put aside the agreement, is there any intersection between them?

"What's the matter? What are you thinking? " Mingke blinked and saw that he was staring at himself all the time. His eyes were complex. One eye was deep and distant, which made people completely unable to see what was in it. She was a little surprised at the bottom of her heart, and could not help but ask in a soft voice: "is there anything else uncomfortable? Does the wound hurt? "

He still didn't respond at all, so she put her hand out on his forehead. There was still no fever. Although the temperature was higher than her, it was at least within the normal range.

But he still looked at himself like that, this gradually hot line of sight made her feel uneasy.

"What's the matter?" She asked again.

Beiming night finally takes back her eyes, shakes her head and lies back. She still can't figure out what the relationship with her is?

She seems to really care about him, and when he knows that the fire wolf is going to attack her, he is in a panic. He has never tried in his life. Just an agreement, how can two people do this?

He pursed his lips. He had never been so confused as he is now. It was just a simple question. He could not understand it after thinking for so long.

If you don't understand, you don't want to think about it any more.

He still stretched out his long arm and looked at her: "sleep with me."

"I still have some things to do." Mingke looked at him and the notebook not far away, trying to reason with him: "you also have injuries on your arm. If I put it on my pillow, it will hurt you. You can sleep well for a while. I'll be here with you. Don't be afraid."

"You think I'll be scared?" Don't think about those messy things, Beiming night finally returned to a bit of normal thinking, looking at her, lips did not smile, just eyes lying with a little bit of fun means: "are you crazy, take me as a three-year-old child to take care of?"

Name can be a little surprised, a pair of thorough eyes slightly blink, for a long time to remember what he just said to him.

She was so busy that she said such childish things to him. She was afraid that he would be awakened by a nightmare, and she even pacified him as a childShe took a deep breath, almost could not help but raise her fist to knock on her head. They were still quarreling before she was busy, but after more than an hour, they forgot all the things that happened before.

"Come or not?" Beiming night has no patience, looking at her, the voice sank down: "or do you like to use strong?"

"You said you wouldn't touch me tonight." She was startled and subconsciously resisted.

"You said I never meant what I said." A little angry that way, he cold hum hum, a look of disdain.

Mingke frowned, and his throat was blocked by something. I didn't expect him to block her back and forth with what she said.

"Do you really want to be a person without credit?" She also snorted, but she only dared to snort a little. She didn't dare to imitate him, and she dared to show his face.

Beiming night glances at her and is too lazy to talk to her. Suddenly, he reaches out and closes her wrist. He just pulls her to himself.

After tossing for more than an hour, he suddenly realized that it was more difficult to wait for this woman to take the initiative to serve him than to ascend to heaven! If you want to do something, you'd better use the most direct way.

What do you waste your breath for? He was sulky for more than an hour. God knows how precious his time is.

Their relationship has always been like this, want to get her, always with strong, tonight I must be brain pumping, will look forward to her can take the initiative.

It's really Yes.

Man, should be more hard, than strength, a hundred she can't compare with him!