Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 2 Secrets in the Castle

In the afternoon, Shen Qianshu was learning French in the living room downstairs. He heard the ringing tone, Shen Qianshu barefooted, stepping on the carpet and going upstairs, the castle was silent, the night temper was very strange, occasionally with the wind and drizzle, occasionally silent, occasionally violent Lei, the temper is cloudy and uncertain.

Luther butler went to Athens, and for three months, there was only her and the night tomb in the castle.

There is a headache in the night.

Every afternoon, she will massage him.

The night mausoleum is like a perfect statue, sitting in front of the window, looking like a storm, Shen Qianshu takes care of him for more than a month, knows his temper, his illness has occurred again, she does not know what kind of disease.

She only knows that the night mausoleum has frequent headaches and is very serious.

The night mausoleum was resting on the legs of Shen Qianshu, and his eyes closed slightly. Shen Qianshu gently massaged him. Her clean and slender fingers squat gently on his temples. The strength was not light or heavy. The nightlings twitched their eyebrows irritably. .

He closed his eyes and looked much more pleasing than the usual cold look. Shen Qianshu could see his curled eyelashes, thin and dense, extremely beautiful. Shen Qianshu felt that he could bear him for more than a month, that is, look at this face. on.

This kind of face is too enchanting!

She massaged the night mason for an hour and a half. Her hands were sour and tired, but she did not dare to relax. She relaxed a little, and the night mausoleum could feel it, and the emotions would be out of control and extremely anxious.

She can feel the pain and forbearance of the night mausoleum.

She didn't understand why he had a sore headache but didn't go to hospital.

Why the whole castle, empty, only the night tomb and her.

Luther Butler said that he usually takes care of the night mausoleum, but he has to go to Athens for more than three months. He can only find someone to accompany him. In ten days, he has changed twenty escorts. She can persist for more than a month, to Luther, right. For the night tomb, it is a miracle.

Shen Qianshu is purely for the sake of money and the night mausoleum, and has endured the martyrdom of his more than a month.

For this massage, do not stop for two hours, not ordinary people can bear.

On the forehead of the night tomb, a thin layer of sweat floated.

He is very painful.

Shen Qianshu's inexplicable heart is soft and distressed. He is so painful, but he does not endure it. Her massage only relieves his pain slightly, but he can't heal him. Shen Qianshu's white and warm palm gently wipes his sweat.

The night Ling suddenly opened his eyes, the amber eyes were deep, and she looked at her fixedly. Shen Qianshu’s cheeks were red, and the tension was extremely extreme. The sweat of the palm was like a current, and the heart was straight through the palm.

This action is too close.

In the quiet castle, there is only the sound of the breeze, and the sound of the heartbeat.

The night tomb closed his eyes again.

"carry on!"

Shen Qianshu slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of the night mausoleum was too shocking. His words and deeds, his gestures, and even his eyes were daunting and nervous. He was quiet, she remembered Lutheran. Hey, very little talk.

Unconsciously, the night tomb fell asleep.

The night of the mausoleum, sleep not long, Shen Qianshu's legs were numb by his pillow, the two arms are also so soft.

"I have to go out." The Night Mausole said faintly, "Give me a suit."

Shen Qianshu is very surprised. In her impression, the night tomb is the first time she goes out. Every time she comes to the castle, the night tomb is there. When she leaves, the night tomb is also there. Although she was surprised, she chose a set of clothes for the night mausoleum.

(End of this chapter)