The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 107, is he proud of it?

The curtains in the room were half open, the light came in from behind, and the man slept next to it. The male body was very smooth.

This scene is what you see when you open your eyes in the warm season.

She doesn't want to move at all, even if she has been three shots a day, anyway, her mobile phone is not taken around, and the mobile phone of Mo Jingshen can no longer be used. It is rare that such a quiet and undisturbed space, she does not want to destroy.

Last night, she always felt that because of her jealousy, she seemed to be particularly proud of her dissatisfaction.

At first, she didn't realize it. Later, she heard a little bit from his occasional coercive words.

He seems to be still in her groggy area, forcing her to swear that she would never see the family again.

In the past, she always had a divorce, and suddenly she changed. She followed her step by step, but she had been emotionally calm and had no more extreme behavior.

last night……

Is he proud of it?

Because she is really jealous.

The warmth of the seasons portrays the handsome face of the man who is sleeping.

When I was asleep, the ink was deep and clear, and there was a sense of being easy to get rid of all the alienation and indifference. Especially the cold feeling of his eyebrows in the daytime, the kind of coldness that can be frozen at any time is a thousand miles away. The gesture is completely absent now.

Like some expensive and cold cats, when they fall asleep, they still have a little softness and softness, which makes people want to be close.

The warmth of the season warmed up in his arms, and the front side looked at him like this. Seeing that he was always quiet and closed his eyes, she blinked and raised her hand, depicting the deep silhouette of a man. .

Ink deep and beautiful face against the light outside the window, in the darkness of the light, warm and dull, the warm fingers of the season are carefully and gently stroking a little bit on his good eyebrows, and then closed Both eyes, then the tall nose...

"Looked enough?" Suddenly, the man’s low voice rang at her fingertips.

The season was warm and shocked. He took his finger back and slammed it back. Mo Jingshen said this sentence with a hoarseness. He didn’t open his eyes, and he reached out and warmed his season.

"What time is it?" He hugged her, with a bit of hoarseness and laziness.

The season is warm and out of the window: "I don't know, it should have been six o'clock to see the sky."

He pressed his palm against her back and patted it: "I ate a little bit last night, hungry?"

"No, I am still sleepy." She buried her head in his arms, whispering like a spoiled.

There was a low smile on the top of the head, very light, and the hand stroked on the back of her head: "then continue to sleep."

......

This season's warm sleep is not very practical, probably because Mo Jingshen did not continue to sleep, only she was alone.

In less than an hour she woke up again.

Just sitting up, I saw Mo Jingshen wearing a dark brown bathrobe, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, slender and silent.

She was just about to get out of bed, remembering that her clothes were wet in the bathroom yesterday, and her eyes were off, and she saw the clothes on the sofa not far from the bed.

She sneaked into the hand, put on a shirt and put it on her body, then barefooted on the ground and crept to the bathroom.

Ink Jing Shen noticed her movements and turned her eyes to see that the little woman was wearing her shirt.

The season warm did not notice that he had found that she woke up, put a light footstep into the bathroom, quietly closed the door, picked up the clothes on the ground and put it on the glass table next to it, then stretched out and washed a face.

Last night's wine was completely dissipated, and the season warmly thought about the things at the banquet last night, and picked up the hotel's exclusive facial cleanser in his hand.

The door of the bathroom is frosted and translucent. The black shadow in front of the door is approaching. The warmth of the face washes the foam of the facial cleanser. When I raise my eyes, I see the door open. The ink is deep and looks at her. The gods are not in a hurry, but they completely block the door of this bathroom.

The bathroom in this hotel is not as big as the home, and the door is a little narrower in his height ratio.

(End of this chapter)