Embarrassed smile, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, why don't you smash it back?"
In the next second, there was an intimate contact between the face and the pillow.
Le Yue closed her eyes and silently put the pillow that fell on her lap aside.
Yu Nanci raised his eyes and glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowed slightly, a dim light flashed past, he bent down and picked up the remote control on the sofa.
Suddenly there was no sound behind him, and he was willing to look back, only to find that the TV screen had gone black, and then turned around, and found the remote control in Yu Nanci's hand.
She wanted to grab it, really.
But only to think about it.
It was only then that she realized that he was holding a bowl in the other hand, and she blinked. Did he sayit was for her to eat?
Trying to think back, it seems that there is.
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hands cautiously, and said tentatively in a low voice: "I'm tired of carrying it, give it to me."
Yu Nanci pursed her lips into a stiff line, he actually regretted it, and planned to go back to the kitchen to throw it away, but when he met the hope filled in those clear eyes, his heart suddenly softened.
Somehow, the bowl was handed out.
Le Yue couldn't believe it, but the bowl really came into her hands.
The white pear pieces floated in the white porcelain bowl, the soup was clear, a few bright red goji berries were dotted in it, and there was a faint sweet smell in the air.
Holding the bowl in both hands, she took a sip, the sweet taste melted between her lips, the sweetness was just right, and her fragile throat was greatly satisfied.
One mouthful after another, the bottom was soon reached, willingly pursed his lips, looked up at the man in front of him, a little dissatisfied, but asked in a low voice: "Is there any more?"
Yu Nanci's expression has returned to indifference, he didn't say anything, but pointed to the kitchen with his eyes.
There is no expression on Jun's face, but it doesn't mean the same is true in his heart, the kind that is rarely seen, proud and with a little bit of joy.
Le Yue's eyes lit up, but he sat still.
After a while, she just stared at the kitchen, and still sat there without moving.
After a long time, Yu Nanci looked at her with a bit of inquiry.
Happy to meet his gaze, and then staggered his gaze for a second, pursed his lips, and murmured in a low voice: "My legs are numb."
Yu Nanci: ""
When did this woman become so reserved?
"Stand up slowly." A big palm with well-defined joints stretched out in front of her with a low and pleasant voice.
Le Le actually had the urge to cover her face, she thought about it very much, but she couldn't get up, it was really embarrassing!
Looking up at the hand in front of her, the joints are clear, white and clean, like the hand of an artist.
After hesitating for a moment, he still put his hand into his palm. His palm was broad and warm, and her slightly cool hand took away some of the warmth.
He took advantage of the opportunity to hold her hand tightly, led her to stand up slowly, and said softly, "Try to move slowly."
I am willing to stand up by the strength of my arms, but I can't stand at all, my legs are numb and I don't have any intuition. This feeling is extremely weird.
She was hanging on Yun Nanci's body almost completely, the top of her head just reached his chin, the soft hair tickled his chin, she couldn't help but turn her head away, "Is it better?"
When he spoke, his thin lips brushed her hair, and his deep voice seemed very gentle in the night.
The scorching breath sprayed on her ears, causing a burst of numbness, and Yue only felt her face getting hotter.
Put the bowl in his hand into his hand, struggling to stand up by himself. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com