But My Hubby Dotes on Me

Qin Zhiyou waited until his breathing was smooth, then gradually got up, and Lu Weixi finally had time to turn his body and lie on his back, and pulled the quilt next to him.

Lu Weixi didn't take a shower before, so he was a little tired, so he didn't push him away. But it wasn't very comfortable, so she calmed down and turned to look at him.

With the dim light of the bedside lamp and the moonlight, she saw that Qin Zhiyou's complexion was calm, but the corners of his lips pressed tightly, showing that he was not very happy at this time.

Just now at the banquet is her true thoughts, she really does not have any hope for marriage and love. But besides love, she still has other feelings that she continues to look forward to, such as family and friendship.

She is affection for her mother, friendship for Xue Feifei, and for Qin Zhiyou, now she has both of them. In the future, Qin Zhiyou will be her partner and relative, so naturally she still needs to be concerned.

"What's the matter with you?" she said, her voice still a little dumb. "Did they just say a bit too much? Don't take it to heart."

Qin Zhiyou raised his eyes slightly, they couldn't say too much, it was her who said too much.

She meant that in the future, he would never be able to get her feelings or her heart. So what is she by her side now, walking dead?

Even if they do, they are as normal as eating and breathing in her eyes. Can't they affect her mood at all?

He suddenly got up and looked straight at her. His eyes were deep and quiet, like a lone wolf in the wilderness, staring at its prey.

Lu Weixi was a little hairy when he was staring at him. He didn't say anything. The room was dark. What does this expression mean? If you want to get angry or want to leave, you can tell me clearly!

"Zhiyou..." Qin Zhiyou is like a fine and dense net, which wants to keep her all in it.

Lu Weixi was a little dumbfounded, she wouldn't leave him tomorrow, does he need this...?

Moreover, this time is obviously different from before. Qin Zhiyou rarely speaks, but this time, he asked: "How about this, how about this?"

What does he mean? Lu Weixi was a little confused and didn't know how to deal with it.

Qin Zhiyou's face was in front of her, and she was terrified. Lu Weixi buried his head in his shoulder, not daring to look up.

Qin Zhiyou hugged tighter and tighter, and the voice was still whispering in her ear: "How about this?"