The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"Cold and cold is when I am in trouble." Fang Chixia added another sentence.

"So, should I thank him?" Luo Yibei snorted and glanced at her.

Fangchi Xia, dare to hope that he is grateful for cold and cold?

It’s not bad if the vinegar jar is not overturned.

She just wanted to explain to him the situation at the time.

If it is not a dangerous moment, will she leave in that situation?

Luo Yibei did not know how much she had listened to her tonight, and her face was still cold.

Fang Chi Xia Gang was tossed by him for so long, this time is really tired.

The body went to his arms and pulled it up. She didn't even let his face fade. He followed his usual sleeping position, his slender arm slammed into his body, his head leaning on him. I slept on my chest.

She fell asleep very quickly, and in a short time she could even hear the shallow breathing.

Luo Yibei’s face was still cold, and his eyes were cold and foggy, but she was ignored by her.

Luo Yibei stared at her like this for a while, her eyes staying at the collarbone where she showed the sheets, and suddenly there was an urge to wake her up.

Fang Chi Xia's collarbone is very thin, like the sculptor's most perfect jade carving work, white, shiny, and especially beautiful.

Luo Yibei’s gaze stayed in her clavicle for a long time, and the hand really stretched out, but did not really wake her up.

The palm rested on her shoulder and felt her soft and delicate skin. He lifted his fingertips and gently swung his hands around her skin.

Fang Chixia's sleep is not too deep under normal conditions, but today is really too tired, sleepy and confused at first did not feel.

However, Luo Yibei does not seem to converge.

His hands seemed to be addictive to her skin, the fingertips moved slowly, and finally moved to her chest.

Fang Chi Xia just fell asleep, and hasn't slept for a long time, not dead.

They have all been touched by this person, and they have not responded that there is a problem with the senses.

The closed eyes trembled. When she felt the warmth of her chest sprayed, she was stimulated to be a spurt, and her eyes slammed open.

Luo Yibei’s head was buried in her chest and seemed to be preparing to kiss...

Fang Chijing stared at him quietly for a few seconds, and did not seem to think that when he woke up, he would see such a scene.

Luo Yibei was hit by this kind of thing, no shame, no expression on his face.

"Wake up, wake up just right." One hand hooked her slender waist and pressed her into her arms. The handsome face leaned over, her lips pointed at her lips and wanted to go over, not touching her. The lips and petals of Fang Chi Xia suddenly lifted up.

Luo Yibei kissed a kiss and kissed her palm directly.

The brow was wrinkled and he seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with her behavior.

"You should rest." Fang Chixia calmly reminded.

The expression on Luo Yibei's face was stagnant. In the eyes of Fang Chi Xia, he was biting at the back of her hand.

He seems to be venting dissatisfaction and biting very heavy.

Fang Chixia picked up a piece of numbness on his hand and handed it back.

"What?" She whispered.

The sound is really small, mainly because of the fear of stimulating him to change.

The small ones are almost drowning in the quilt, and Luo Yibei does not know that he has heard it. She is obscured by herself.

Luo Yibei's eyes swept to her face, and the eyebrows picked it up.