Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

If it weren't for "spending money", with Lengscheng's personality, I'm afraid I would not bother to touch her with a finger...

There is a faint pain in the stomach, which should be due to the after-medicine. Should she be fortunate that Lengs City only comes to this once a month, and she will feel uncomfortable only once?

But asking about his personal affairs, ignoring his scandals, and "serving" him every time he comes, it is all right.

Maybe it was too tired, even Gu Qingqing didn't know when he went to sleep quietly.

In a daze, I only felt that someone was stroking her forehead, looking at her with worried and complicated eyes, and felt that when I sank beside me, I seemed to fall into a warm and familiar embrace.

Is it Lengs City? How good would it be if it were him?

Although she was in a dream, she also felt that this idea was so ridiculous!

After three years of marriage, the two spent a handful of time together. He only came when he gave the money. She left immediately after sleeping. Even if she couldn't go, she would never sleep in the same room with her, and would rather live in the study.

It is also true that as an outsider said, she married him, no wedding dress, no diamond ring, no wedding, no honeymoon, and even the only "wedding photo" was just that they met when they simply went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register. I took one to get the certificate.

And this became the only single photo taken between the two of them.

She will never forget the indifferent look in his eyes when he "proposed" to her.

Nor will they forget how they spent the past three years of marriage, the so-called "married life".

Maybe they shouldn't get married at all, and they shouldn't meet at all. All their beginnings were all a mistake...

Gu Qingqing slept very unsteadily. She seemed to have fallen into a river, waking up when she slept in her dream, ups and downs. Obviously she fell into a river, but she dried up like she was about to suffocate. When she was about to die, she struggled hard, as if she really hugged a piece of driftwood.

Moreover, this driftwood is very strong, very strong-even warm. She held it tightly as if the dying man had grabbed the last straw.

Lengsi lay in his clothes, lying flat on the head of the bed. When Gu Qingqing stretched his arms, he stiffened slightly and tried to push her away.

The hand just stretched out, and the fingers gently touched her wearing a suspender nightdress, revealing a section of smooth and round shoulders, and the whole figure was taken back immediately as if she had been electrocuted.

She frowned slightly, and the fingertips of her fingers, even though she had just touched them, her body temperature did indeed seem to be a few degrees higher than usual.

There is temperature control in the room, and the weather is not too cold now, but even so, she only wore a thin silk nightdress with a small sling, and only covered a thin quilt on her belly. The skirt of the suspender skirt is only three inches below the fart, revealing two slender, white legs. Above, the shoulders and the large muscles of the front xiong-skin are all exposed. In addition, I just took a shower and my hair was not blown dry, so I lay on the head of the bed. It's strange not to catch a cold!

Leng Sicheng was about to push her away and put a quilt on her. With a move of her hand, Gu Qingqing seemed to feel something in her sleep. Her body, which was barely worn, leaned over and pressed her tightly. By his side, always flirting-pulling his nerves...