Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The 3059th chapter of the black girl **** (45)

One room for men and women, same bed.

I thought that the juvenile version of the overbearing president fell in love with the drama of grabbing the young lover, and would accelerate.

As a result ... Bai Weiwei rolled off the bed.

Was pushed down.

She looked at the open lamp with a sad face.

Yes, she found out that Fu Yuheng's **** bad guy.

He didn't turn off the light when he went to sleep.

This is simply a taboo for beauty. When melatonin glances at the lights, it seems that it is not secreted during the day, which will affect her beauty.

It is one of the necessary conditions for the formation of dark circles.

She had a headache in the back of her head. Fortunately, the bed was low and there was a carpet around the bed.

Otherwise, he was taken out of bed three times, it is estimated that the concussion is now rescued.

She reached out and grabbed the bed, her thick long hair was curled and dull, and her eyes were full of sleepy moisture.

Then she looked at the teenager on the bed.

Fu Yuheng had already opened his eyes and his eyelashes were drooping, as if he was a little bit stunned.

His eyes lost the coldness and clearness of his usual days, but instead he added a few soft and waxy confusions.

At this moment, he has no attack power.

If it was not for him to reach out and push her out of bed, Bai Weiwei believed that he was harmless.

She pursed her lips and just said something.

Fu Yuheng had frowned, got up, reached out to grab her arm, and dragged her to bed.

Then Unbelief pressed her into her arms, pulled the quilt, and wrapped the two.

He tipped his nose to the girl's soft skin, a slight pause, but no further.

Instead, calm down and whisper: "Sleep."

Only three o'clock.

Yes, it was only two hours before the two went to bed.

Bai Weiwei has been pushed out of bed three times by him.

Every time I just fell asleep, I slammed.

Bai Weiwei is always a face: "..."

As a result, the young boy Fu Yuheng woke up and heard her move, and repeatedly pulled her to bed and continued to hold her to sleep.

It seems that it is a loss-making thing to give so many things and not take advantage of it.

But it's cheap and bad.

Bai Weiwei stared at him.

The teenager looked down at her, and he was silent for a while before stretching out his white and long fingers and holding her eyes.

Close her eyes just like the eyes of a dead man.

His voice was dull, "Don't want to sleep, just do something else."

Bai Weiwei closed her eyes and sneered: "You have to push me down every time you sleep. I'm not a dead person. How can I fall asleep? Why not let each other go and let me go back to my room.

Fu Yuheng pulled the quilt, leaning against the pillow calmly, reaching for her long hair.

Soft, beautiful honey color.

Very beautiful.

His aesthetic is more traditional. Even if she doesn't like her to dye yellow hair, she thinks she is the best one.

His fingertips rolled her hair slowly, and her small movements were very childish.

Like an explanation.

His voice sounded slowly.

"I will get used to it."

He is vigilant and has always been sleeping alone since childhood.

Territory awareness is also strong.

It causes multiple people in bed, it doesn't matter when waking up.

He likes her soft and sweet, even though the movement of holding is a little rusty, he also feels gentle and cute.

But once asleep.

His territorial consciousness awakened instinctively, and once he found something around him, he instinctively pushed his hand away.

Upon hearing this, Bai Weiwei twitched his lips.

But he didn't open his eyes, but he pressed his lips patiently and continued to develop drowsiness.

Seeing that she did not resist, Fu Yuheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)