The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Luo Yibei walked toward her and walked over to the bed, watching her ink dark as dark as the boundless night sky.

His eyes were dark and dark, deep as a thick, indefinable ink, his eyes fixed on her face, staring at her for a long time, thinking about his own guess, he found out A small piece of square folded in the middle.

The stylist gave him, and there were a few hairs lying inside, which was given this afternoon.

Quietly staring at the long hair in his hand for a while, Luo Yibei's eyes turned to Fang Chi Xia on the bed.

He seems to be struggling with something, and after looking down on her, he hasn't moved away for a long time.

Fang Chi Xia has actually fallen asleep, but he does not know whether his gaze is too strong or other reasons. He fell asleep and fell asleep.

Determined to look at him at the bedside, she groaned, "How can I still not sleep?"

"I can't sleep." The square towel in the hand was closed, and Luo Yibei opened the sheet and lay it on her side.

Fang Chi Xia has never been fat, has been thin, with less fat and chills.

Suddenly he was surrounded by him, and she followed his heat into his arms.

The arms naturally embraced him, her head arched in his arms, and gave himself a comfortable position, resting on his arms.

"How can I not sleep?" The shirt that fixed his eyes on him, Fang Chixia helped him unlock the buttons one by one.

"Think about things." Luo Yibei did not hide.

The action in Fang Chi Xia’s hands was on the way, followed by his words, “What do you think?”

In the darkness of Luo Yibei, a glimmer of light condenses, and the light gaze deeply at her. He spits out two words in a word, "I miss you!"

In front of her, he did not have much serious time to speak.

Fang Chi Xia’s face was hot, and he understood his words as his adjustments.

"I don't want to be there every day?" Not much care about his words, she hangs her face and continues to help him unbutton the shirt.

Luo Yibei did not explain anything to her. The backhand buckled her wrist and pulled her arms around her waist. He gently held her.

"Don't move, just let me hug."

Fang Chi Xia couldn't stand the time when he spoke warmly, and he did not make any struggle in his arms.

Luo Yibei had an arm hooked on her waist, pressed her body to stick her tightly in her arms, and the other hand passed through her slender neck, and she did not play it with her hair.

Wrap her long hair around her fingertips, slender hands, smooth, loosen, then entangle, then loosen, and so on.

Fang Chixia left his movements from beginning to end, and inexplicably felt that he was a bit weird tonight.

No matter where it is strange, she can't say it.

He said these words tonight, he did not usually tell her.

His behavior at the moment is not always done to her.

I don’t know how many times I used to play with her hair.

Fang Chi Xia wants to go and think that he may be suspicious.

Luo Yibei’s fingertips still stayed between her hair.

Wrapped around, I don't know if he didn't control it for a while, Fang Chixia's scalp suddenly hurt, like a broken hair.

"Hey!" Fang Chi Xia Xiumei screwed it.

"It hurts? Husband helps you!" Luo Yibei pressed her head back to her chest, and her fingertips gently helped her to get her painful place.