Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

The more Han Qilu was hypocritical, the more An Chuxia pretended that he didn't know anything. Probably... she was afraid.

But what is she afraid of? Even she didn't know what she was afraid of.

Han Qilu ignored her pretending to be stupid and changed the subject, and continued to speak to herself as if she was talking to herself: "You know, when I heard that sentence, I had never been so scared. I was afraid of you leaving me."

Having said this, Han Qilu tightly hugged An Chuxia's waist, and he also let go of his grasping An Chuxia's hand, turning to tightly and tightly as if to hug her into his body.

This time, An Chuxia fell into silence. She didn't pretend to be a fool anymore, but silently looked at the golden ceiling. For a long time, when Han Qilu thought An Chuxia didn't listen to him at all, and thought she was asleep, An Chuxia's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Han Qilu, we will decorate the house like this after we get married, right?"

"Eh?" Han Qilu was taken aback, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

"How cool it looks like this! It's like... sleeping in a golden house, I'm sure I will wake up with a smile when I dream!" As she said, An Chuxia actually laughed.

The hand that was holding An Chuxia's waist was finally released and placed on both sides of An Chuxia's head, Han Qilu supported his body and did a push-up. Those deep eyes narrowed: "Are you really sure you want to marry me?"

An Chuxia shook his head: "It depends on whether you marry or not marry me! Work hard, brother, when I have money, I will follow you willingly. Otherwise, who will follow you and suffer? You think everyone is. Xiang Mankui?!"

Han Qilu leaned close to her face and said proudly: "If I can't marry you, then no one in this world can marry you, little money fan!"

"I'll grin! There are more rich people than you!" She disdain.

"No swearing." Han Qilu frowned: "Since I have decided to marry me, then I will be able to demand myself at the request of the future young wife of the Han family."

Anchu Xia Jiong gave Han Qilu a piercing look: "If this is the case, then I won't get married!"

"you dare?!"

It was night, and the room was magnificent, just like day. The two people on the bed quarreled with each other, and soon...An Chuxia didn't have the mind to quarrel with Han Qilu again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Looking at An Chuxia, who was arched in his arms like a cat, the corners of Han Qilu's mouth curled up. Anyway, thanks to Xiang Mankui. Without her, he would not have met An Chuxia.

Early the next morning, An Chuxia was still dreaming, dreaming that she hurriedly walked to the toilet, and when she first sat on the toilet...the person was shaken awake.

"Idiot, get up quickly!"

An Chuxia woke up suddenly. Ever since I was young, I have been most afraid of such dreams. Once you sit on the toilet, then... there is only one consequence, and that is-bedwetting!

"I finally woke up." Han Qilu rolled his eyes: "Get me up and change my clothes. I'll give you ten minutes."

After speaking, he turned and walked out on his own. An Chuxia didn't dare to move. He reached out and touched his **** when he walked out. Fortunately, it was done...

I walked to the bathroom and went to the toilet. I found tragically... Bedwetting is not bedwetting, but... The **** period does not come early or late, but it happened at this time! ! !