Immortal Loves Cat Also

"You... Are you awake?" Qingwu blinked his eyes. Finally, he couldn't stand the itch. Only then did he slightly raise his head and at least let his face be farther away from Wen.

Wen Yue didn't follow her. When he heard her question, he just answered lazily, "well."

"Just wake up. Let go of me. I'm suffocating." Qingwu hurriedly said, pulling back her hand, so that she felt that she was controlled by Wen Yue. She couldn't move.

After a pause, Wen Yuedun let her go. He looked at Qingwu, who rolled back with a sigh of relief as soon as he was free. His eyes were dark. If you look closely, you will find that there was a terrible evil in the depths of his eyes.

Qingwu rolled back and fell on the soft collapse. Then she rubbed her wrist and sat up. When she looked down at Wen Yue, Wen Yue's fundus had recovered calm.

"Why do you like to sleep with people at night? If I had known you had this habit, I would have slept away. " Qingwu stared and whispered.

Although she slept like this for a night, she didn't seem uncomfortable, but she was used to it freely, just didn't like being controlled by others.

Moreover, when she was Wen Xiaomiao in the past, she didn't find that Wen Yue had such a strange problem. She either lay down in his shoulder socket until dawn, or lay down on him. Wen Yue's sleeping posture has always been honest and rarely turned over at night, so Qingwu never worried that he would press himself.

"You rolled over by yourself." Wen Yue heard her words and sneered. He sat up while talking lazily.

As soon as he sat up, the quilt on his body slipped, and the loose Chinese clothes that had rolled all night also spread out in an instant, revealing a large white chest.

Qingwu's body was instantly stiff, and his earlobes were red as if they were going to drop blood.

"Get dressed quickly and don't catch a cold!" Qingwu said hurriedly. At the beginning, he didn't dare to take another look.

HMM... she's afraid that if she takes another look, she'll jump on it and confuse people with beauty

But the more Qingwu didn't see it, the White was desperately shaking in front of her, with clearer and smoother muscle lines. Even if she only shook a few eyes, she could feel how powerful power was contained in his seemingly not strong body.

"Hiss... Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, no disrespect, no disrespect..." Qingwu hissed gently, his eyes showed distress, and kept meditating, trying to make himself quickly restrain his wandering mind.

Wen Yue could only see her red earlobes and could not see her expression, but even so, he still hooked his lips with satisfaction, and once again felt that his beauty was so easy to use.

There was a rustling sound behind her. Qingwu was reading the Buddhist name of meditation in her heart. In fact, all her attention was behind her. She could imagine that Wen Yue had already got up and picked up his clothes and put them on.

After a while, those voices stopped, and the familiar medicine incense stayed behind. Wen Yue's voice resumed Qingyue: "OK."

"Well... Well... All right... All right." Unexpectedly, Qingwu still didn't dare to look back. She stood up and went outside. She felt she needed to calm down, and the prerequisite for calmness was not to look at Wen Yue's face first.

Why didn't you think Wenyue's beauty had such a deep impact on yourself before? Qingwu thought in distress and couldn't solve it.

Wen Yue watched her panic out of the house and playfully provoked the corners of her lips.