Use My Life For Your Happiness

I was so tired that I fell down for a while and went to sleep. In the early morning, I still woke up.

My feet are numb and itchy. A pair of warm hands hold my feet, and the cool medicine rubs on the soles of my feet.

Dim yellow wall lamp, Ji Xiaobei narrowed his eyes and gently wiped the wound medicine for me. After walking for so long, it really hurt.

A comfortable sigh: "Ji Xiaobei, you don't treat me so well."

"You want me to abuse you every day, you're sick."

"You are a pervert. Are you so kind to your mistress?"

He put away the medicine with a smile, pressed me under the quilt, and stroked my face with one hand: "to you, I value you."

"Well. Don't do that. Our relationship is clearly marked. "

"It's important."

"Ji Xiaobei, this is not good."

He kissed me and bit the tip of my nose: "I think it's very good. Don't go to work tomorrow, and have a good rest at home. The more miserable the sole injury is. "

"No, I'm going to work tomorrow. The cotton padded shoes you bought for me can be worn tomorrow."

"If you say you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go. You have spirit." His kiss, become heavy, become cruel, vigorously pull open the quilt, hot hands with strength stripped my clothes.

This is the relationship between lovers and mistresses, so naked lust, nothing to cover up, also don't literary politely say, to be good to you.

Limp like water, panting in bed, just as he wanted, I don't want to go to work today.

Ji Xiaobei is carrying porridge, blowing cool, eating happily beside the bed.

I hate not, staring at him.

He swallowed porridge, picked up the mirror to show me: "like a ghost."

"It's not you."

"No, I'm not going anywhere today. I'll accompany you."

"I'm hungry." He gave me a bite to eat.

He put down the bowl, went out and took sesame balls, ate them for me, then threw them out. Then he took donkeys to roll, ate them, then threw them, baked pancakes, Shaomai, bean oars, fried dough sticks, pickled coriander, mung bean cakes, shrimp dumplings, Dan Da, crab roe dumplings. The aroma was lively, which made me swallow my mouth water.

"Ji Xiaobei, you bastard, I want to eat, I'm hungry, I'm hungry." I was so tired and hungry.

"Brother Xiaobei."

I despise him, many times.

"Look, what's this? Eh, it's too sweet. It's not delicious. "

"I want it, I want it." I can smell sesame, honey and sweet smell.

"Is it called little brother Beige?"

"Xiaobei, your uncle."

"Go away." He handsome face a fierce: "don't want to eat."

"Little beige."

He said with a smile: "come on, our Chihiro is hungry. Little Beige feeds you."

Really quite gentle came to me to drink tofu, childhood taste is like this, very fragrant, very sweet, very happy.

"Ji Xiaobei, have I met you somewhere?"

"What do you think?"

But I think about it, I just can't think of it.

Little Beige... So familiar.

Ji Xiaobei used despicable means to clean me up, a table full of breakfast to eat me round, the clock on the wall points to 2 p.m.

Patting stomach to go back to bed to raise meat, Ji Xiaobei kicked the pillow on the ground: "get up."

"I want to sleep."

"If you don't get up, I'll take care of you."

I am a grievance, twisted in the quilt, twisted again, just unwilling to sit up.

He pulled back the curtain, and I couldn't open my eyes because of the sunlight in the room. He knelt down on the bed and gave me a kiss on my haggard face. He said with great pleasure, "spring is coming in Beijing. I'll take you to buy spring clothes."