Dear Wife, You Are Being Disobedient

"Ling Feier, are you sure?" Of course, Moyang is willing to sleep with her. Although her sleeping position was really poor, he still felt very satisfied with her around him, even if he didn't sleep all night.

"Moyang, don't play tricks. If you cross the border in the middle of the night, I won't show mercy." Ling Feier shook her fist in front of Moyang.

"Girl, you can remember what you say now. If you cross the border in the middle of the night, I'll... Hey, you know. I'll turn into a big devil and eat you little white rabbit."

Moyang looks at the ceiling in a daze. It seems that he doesn't have to sleep tonight. This is the third time he has picked up the quilt.

It's obviously a quilt for one person and one bed. The girl kicked her own, but she could kick him.

In fact, psychologically, Moyang has really rejected these quilts. Although the ground is not dirty, he still feels a little unbearable for a person with a slight obsession with cleanliness. Especially again and again.

Finally, he dialed the internal line.

Soon, the hotel attendant sent dozens of quilts one after another. Moyang decided to take new ones if one fell this time. He didn't pick them up on the ground.

At that moment, looking at the only clean quilt left, Moyang could only smile bitterly. How long is it? Forget it. There's no way. It's the only way.

He held Ling Feier directly and put her in his arms. The last quilt covered them directly.

Unexpectedly, the girl was really calm and lay in his arms. Even the slender jade hand directly hugged his arm, and the body closely adhered to him.

At this moment, Moyang suddenly regretted that he was playing with fire. Now the body she held was stiff. He really didn't dare to move.

But the little girl moved around from time to time. The two people were wearing very thin, and now the contact is

Moyang obviously felt the changes in his body. He must hold back. He must not think nonsense. He wants to use Ling Feier as a pillow. It's only a pillow.

Just some feelings can't be repressed.

"Ling Feier, don't move. I really can't stand it. If you move again, I really can't guarantee your safety." Moyang can only give a warning.

Although the sound was not loud, it was close at hand after all. Ling Feier still heard. She opened her eyes and looked at the two now.

"Moyang, you hooligans, throw pillows. Why are you holding me?" Ling Feier sat up.

Turning on the headlights and looking at the quilt in front of the bed, she was so stunned.

"Moyang, what's the situation? How come there are so many quilts." Her grunting eyes looked at the bed again. There was only a quilt.

"Moyang, what's the matter? There are so many quilts, but there is only one bed in our bed, and when we sleep clearly, there are only two quilts. Where did these quilts come from?"

"I said, miss, I really want to ask you. If I hadn't given up my life to hold you just now, we might not even have the last quilt."

"Moyang, what the hell is going on?"

Seeing that Moyang didn't mean to say, this curiosity gnawed Ling Feier's heart like a bug, which made her sleepless.

"Moyang, just tell me. I beg you, or I can't sleep."

"It's best not to sleep. You're sitting there now. It's my turn to sleep."

"Yawn... I'm really sleepy. Remember, just sit down." Moyang really lay down like that.

"Moyang, if you don't say it or not, don't want to sleep. I'll keep bothering you until you say it."

"Well, well, I'm afraid of you. If you don't finish, you have to sleep obediently, and there's really only such a quilt tonight." Moyang shrugged at Ling Feier, saying that he was really powerless.

"Well, well, as long as you say, I'll cover a quilt with you, maybe not." Ling Feier just wants to find out one thing. If he doesn't, he will never give up.

Moyang drank the water and went back to bed again. What I just said was a little dry mouth.

"Moyang, you can't. do you know what your behavior is? It's not a cleanliness mania. It's a typical obsessive-compulsive disorder. You have to see it." Ling Feier shook her head at Moyang.

"You, you, do you know how heavy the workload your behavior will bring to the service staff today? The ground is obviously clean. Besides, even if the ground is really a little dirty, what does it matter? Don't we all sleep in clothes? You are really a young master. You don't know the hard work of the workers."

"All right, let me cover this clean quilt for you. I'll cover it on the ground." Ling Feier just wanted to reach out to pick up the quilt on the ground, but her hand was grabbed by Moyang.

"If you want to cover the quilt under it, go to the sofa immediately. I really don't dare to compliment your sleeping position. I don't want to get a quilt tonight." Moyang waved to Ling Feier.

Finally, the two were tucked in a quilt.

"Moyang, you are cruel. If you withdraw your pillow again and take advantage of me, I won't let you go."

"Someone should take care of himself first."

"Hum." Ling fei'er snorted coldly and turned her back directly to Moyang.

As a result, it can be imagined that Moyang was still suffering from sleepless nights.

"Moyang, you..."

"Don't make a noise. Let me sleep again. I'm tired to death."

Ling Feier really shut up. But this sleeping position is too ambiguous. Looking at the hands passing through her waist, Ling Feier's face turned red in an instant.

This is the second time they have slept together. You speak well. You have to cross the boat for a hundred years and sleep together for a thousand years. What about her and Moyang.

The direct consequence of staying still is that she fell asleep again.

Moyang's biological clock was very accurate, but I really didn't sleep well last night, so

When Moyang woke up again, Ling Feier was still there cheering.

It was already daybreak. Moyang took his cell phone and looked at it. It was already noon.

Looking at Ling Feier's sleeping face like a baby, Moyang felt very satisfied.

I don't know why. Even if the girl sleeps strangely and has many bad habits in behavior, he just doesn't hate it. Instead, he likes her frankness and sincerity from the bottom of his heart.