Mysterious husband always comes late at night

When the doctor came, Leng Youchen had changed Wei Anning's clothes, dried his head and put it into the quilt. The little guy huddled in the quilt obviously had a crimson cheek, but his mouth was cold, which hurt him badly.

He sat by the bed and was so angry that he reached out and poked her head. "Now I know it's uncomfortable. Why did he go in the rain? Why are you so stubborn? If I ignore you, will you wait for me in the garden all your life? "

"Leng......" Wei Anning grabbed his big hand and held it on his chest. It seemed that she finally felt comfortable. Her eyebrows stretched out and said intermittently: "Leng Youchen... I really didn't mean to... Forgive me."

Little fool!

Leng Youchen's eyes softened, confused and worried about asking him to forgive her. Where did this stubborn strength come from?

He didn't forgive her, so she beat him with her body.

He stretched out his hand, gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead to her ear, and looked at her gently and affectionately.

The yellow light shone down and brightened her crimson side face, the bridge of her nose, the arc of her eyelids rose slightly, the color of her lips was a little pale, and her small face without powder was clean and meticulous.

He hardly looked at her face carefully. Her facial features are standard Oriental beauty, small and exquisite. He stretched out his hand and compared it on her cheek. It was a small face, not as big as his palm.

But it was this girl who constantly touched his heart, moved him and shocked him.

"My husband is not angry with you, but he can't go down to see you." He gently touched her cheek, leaned over and gently printed a kiss on her face, "madam, get better quickly and don't get sick."

"Leng Youchen, I don't dislike you... No..." Wei Anning's lips closed, and his voice was intermittent. The voice behind him was getting weaker and weaker. Leng Youchen couldn't hear what she was saying.

His hand was still firmly held in her arms, squeezed between the two soft white balls. The girl's high body temperature was transmitted to the back of his hand through his clothes. He was confused for a while.

Barely pressed the surging blood all over. He just wanted to take his hand out. Wei Anning's cheek rubbed against his arm. She moved, and the two little rabbits in front of her chest shook. She scratched the back of his hand, which made his heart itch. She wanted to hold it again.

But seeing her little red face, he stopped the evil idea. She is now ill and unconscious. It would be too animal for him to really bully her.

But his little thing didn't know that her unconscious behavior was testing his willpower. He kept rubbing on the back of his hand, which made him crazy.

He stared at her and burst out a fire. He warned in a hoarse voice, "madam, if you seduce me again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Maybe even Wei Anning in her dream knows what it means to know current affairs as a hero. She calms down and doesn't bother him anymore.

Leng Youchen gnashed his teeth and stared at her. She was so good that she provoked him all over with fire, and she slept innocently. He reached out and poked her tender red faced son, "little villain, wait for me."

In her sleep, Wei Anning shook her head and wanted to get rid of the disorderly palm. Then, her nose was itchy. Her little mouth was bitten by something. She hummed with pain, turned over and fell asleep.

Leng Youchen breathed disorderly. This kiss didn't quench his thirst, but made him want her more.