Hubby,love is so hard

After a cold, he felt uncomfortable and sticky all over. After a long bath, he had to make a mess.

I don't know what this man thinks!

Horizontal he one eye, Ji Yan changed pajamas, side lying on the bed, back to him.

Behind the action, do not speak, the bedroom only shallow breathing sound, and the rain outside the window dripping on the grass, dull ring, disturbing people restless.

The fire of the knot of chest accumulates more and more, Ji Yan can't sleep, turned over, glaring at the person opposite.

Shang Jin Shen is smiling, and she is smiling brightly. Ji Yan grits her teeth and leaves a tooth mark on his clavicle.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Yan makes an effort to pinch his waist, but she doesn't exert herself on her hand. After all, she still can't bear it.

Shang Jinshen's long arms encircled her waist, his chin was close to her head, and his voice was rare and gentle, "because of you."

Ji Yan a Leng, anger stem in the throat, swallow, swallow.

"Then why don't you give me a good bath?" Ji Yan is aggrieved, the corners of her mouth droop, and her anger turns into a delicate one.

Blocking the neck in front of her, a warm kiss fell on the forehead, nose tip, slightly red lips, fell on the white neck

Finally, he returned to his lips, tasted it, raised his head and looked at her straight. It seemed that there was no wave in the ancient water in his eyes. It seemed that under the calm water waves, there were choppy waves and strange brilliance.

"Ji Yan, I love you."

The ambiguous voice pierced every tiny pore of her, and the sudden love words made her feel numb.

Taking advantage of her stupidity, Shang Jin Shen leaned over and didn't leave for a long time.

Lin Feng frowned and looked pale. He had a cold for several weeks, but his condition was not serious, but he could not recover completely.

Hand into a fist against the mouth, a few painful cough, lung pain, such as tearing in general.

The weather in Los Angeles is gloomy, and the sky is overcast, so tightly stacked that people can't breathe.

"How's it going?" He sat on the sofa, between the eyebrows and eyes is the haggard life, slightly close.

Qi Zheng looked back, with a fine voice, just like he had when he first saw him. "The doctor said it was much better. Your disease should have been cured long ago, but you didn't listen. You had to be cold and sick, and run all over the city."

Speaking of this, Qi Zheng was inexplicably uncomfortable. His persistence was strange. From south to North in Los Angeles, he perfunctorily went to every famous scenic spot.

When it comes to perfunctory, it can't be all perfunctory.

He played with her perfunctorily, but he was recording the beautiful scenery seriously, to the extreme, to the abnormal.

Sooner or later is the coldest time, and it is also the time when he has frequent activities. She licks her face to accompany him, leaving early and returning late, just for the beauty of a moment.

She can't bear it sometimes, she said, I'm very tired, he said, sorry, you go back first.

Suddenly, she can't speak, perfect and considerate words, with unfamiliar tone.

Lin Feng rubs his eyebrows and Qi Zheng squats down in front of him. He can't help feeling distressed.

"Well, well, as long as you stay at home obediently for two days, the disease will be cured." Pass on the doctor's words to him. Qi Zheng holds his hand and puts it in his arms.

Lin Feng suddenly doesn't feel well and can't stand such intimacy. He suddenly pulls out his hand and suddenly reacts again. Looking at her injured eyes, Lin Feng feels guilty. He takes the water cup on the table and hides his confusion.

Shallow sip a few, eyes erratic, inadvertently met her eyes, her eyes with a smile.

Lin Feng a Leng, don't know how she laughs, follow her eyes, reaction, like a hot potato, hand meal, water cup back to the original position.

There was a strong sense of rejection in his throat and saliva secretion, but he couldn't swallow it, and his face was ugly for a moment.

He... Drank Qi Zheng's water cup.

This cognition is devastating. It makes him feel uncomfortable all over the body. It seems that his hands and feet are uncomfortable. The skin on his forehead is honestly piled up to express his unhappiness.

His face was more pale than that of Lin Feng. On his pale skin, his eyes were red, and his lips were not as ruddy as before.

Tears instantly accumulated in the eyes, mood like a roller coaster, just a few minutes, from worry to sorrow, from sorrow to joy, and then from joy to crazy sorrow.

"Lin Feng..." Qi Zheng's lips trembled slightly and his eyes were blank. "Where do you put me?"

Qi Zheng likes a person so much for the first time. She goes all out to like him. However, when she gives her 12% love, she gets 2% sympathy.

She has been comforting herself, Lin Feng's character is indifferent, she can bear it, because she can't let go, although it is Lin Feng's communication, the rhythm has been in his hands, and the two people's progress has been stopping kissing.

It's more like alienation than a gentleman.

Holding his fist, his veins burst. He was controlling her mood.

For a long time, he pulled up Qi Zheng, who was squatting on the ground, and said slowly, "I'm sorry, don't think about it. I just..."

Suddenly, he stopped, his hand still on her arm, the warm feeling is still there, but his muscles are stiff.

Just what? Lin Feng didn't dare to look into her eyes. He couldn't find any more reasons for himself.

They have been dating for more than a month. They don't seem to be normal lovers. They live under the same roof. They are more like tenants who happen to meet by chance.

At last, he sighed, put his hands around her face and covered it with a kiss.

Qi Zheng couldn't get away from it. He opened his almond eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

Slowly close your eyes and sink.

It's not that she can't get rid of it, but that a poison named Lin Feng has been planted in her heart. She doesn't want to escape, and she can't escape either. She would rather fall into this brief tenderness, like an addict, and can't wait to collect every breath in her heart.

Night gradually deep, tired day of the big city, but I do not know tired, throughout the night, the shop yellow decorative lights, warm a winter night.

Qi Zheng packed his own luggage. He had many kinds of clothes. His young heart was brave to try all kinds of new things.

In the end, there were only a few simple style coats left. Qi Zheng looked at the colorful shorts, hot suspenders, short skirts, pursed his mouth, gritted his teeth, or threw them into a large carton and threw them away.

"All right?" Lin Feng now at the door, looking at the debris scattered around, slightly frowning, "do you want me to help you?"

Qi Zheng's eyebrows went up and he was just about to nod. He looked up and saw his face fade. He shook his head and refused.

She does not like to eat, but stubbornly keep the vine, hoping that one day you can love me.

Lin Feng walked into the room and squatted in front of her. A pair of slender white hands appeared in front of her.

Stunned, Qi Zheng took his folded clothes and heard him ask, "do you want to throw them? I remember you seemed to like this style very much? "

Qi Zheng followed his gesture to see a large camouflage Harlem trousers. She didn't think it was personal enough to buy them. She made a few cracks in her knee. On the edge of the crack, there was a circle of white edge.

Barely smile, Ji Yan shakes her head, "don't like it."

Pull the zipper of the trunk, just ready to lift, Lin Feng stretched out his hand, instead of her action.

"Take them all. They look good."

There was a gurgling noise on the floor of the trunk. He left Qi Zheng a straight figure until he disappeared into view at the corner.

It's beautiful

The corners of his mouth couldn't help rising. Qi Zheng's originally silent eyes lit a beam of light inside, overflowing with colorful colors, which was surprisingly bright.

Go back to the balcony and hang a half sleeve with Picasso's design on the clothes rack. This is her favorite.

Qi Zheng Yu Guang, unable to find the clothes pole, stood on his back, reached for his body and wrapped his clothes in his arms. His eyes narrowed with laughter.

Holding the chair down, where she could see, a strange and familiar face burst into her eyes. Her face suddenly changed.

At the bottom of the reclining chair, in the corner where no one noticed, a picture suddenly lies there, beautiful and beautiful. The eyes are gentle after years of washing. In deeper places, they are stubborn.

Qi Zheng covers his chest, squeaks down his throat, and his outstretched hand trembles and keeps shaking.

She knew very well that this was not her face. Some truth gradually came to the surface, which was the fact that she was most reluctant to accept. She took back her hand fiercely, grabbed her clothes tightly, closed her eyes tightly, and wept like a song, with a sad rhythm.

Lin Feng

Between the lips and teeth, two words exude a bitter taste.