"What is this?" Jiang Mingxia's fingers followed the delicate skin of Li Weiwei's neck and picked out the silver chain hanging around her neck. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the ring implicated in the thin chain jumped into Jiang Mingxia's sight.

It turned out that he was really not wrong just now, this was the ring that she threw away six years ago.

However, now appeared on her neck. What it means, it is already self-evident.

"This ring ・・・・・・" An indescribable emotion suddenly surged in his heart, and he didn't know how to organize his words.

The ring was picked up that day, and she spent hours patrolling the meadows after he left. The engagement ring he gave her was reluctant to throw it away.

"Ding, the male god's favorability +20, the current favorability is 80."

It turned out to be like this, no wonder when he went to look for it the next day, he couldn't find it no matter what, so she found it first. The corners of Jiang Mingxia's mouth couldn't help but raise a rainbow arc.

"I love this ring." So it's back. Li Weiwei put down the necklace that Jiang Mingxia had picked up, closed the collar of her wide pajamas, and pressed it lightly with her right hand, so that the ring was close to her chest.

Jiang Mingxia retracted his gaze, "I'll help you blow your hair." ”

The heat of his breath tickled her sensitive ears.

Li Weiwei subconsciously ducked.

The sound of the hair dryer humming sounded, breaking the ambiguity that had just arisen in the air.

His fingers interspersed with her jet-black soft hair, gently, softly, comfortably to feel.

Li Weiwei's eyelids were lazily pulled down, and she murmured: "Jiang Mingxia, I'm good, sleepy." ”

Although the voice was small, Jiang Mingxia, who was at the tip of his ears, still heard it.

He coaxed softly: "Obedient, blow your hair first and then go to sleep." ”

At this time, Li Weiwei's voice was so gentle that it was like a magnetic subwoofer. It makes her want to indulge in coquettishness even more.

She turned around, stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around Jiang Mingxia's waist, leaned her head on his shoulder socket, and pressed all the weight on her body on him, "I'm so tired, you hurry up." ”

Jiang Mingxia was a little flattered by Li Weiwei's sudden closeness, his hand holding the hair dryer was held high, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

Li Weiwei's nasal voice was thick, and her voice was soft and sweet, making his heart feel like it was soaked in syrup, sweet and silky.

Li Weiwei rubbed Jiang Mingxia's shoulder socket uncomfortably.

Jiang Mingxia hurriedly relaxed her tense muscles and made her more comfortable.

The fragrance of the hair on Li Weiwei's head lingered in his nose, obviously the smell of the shampoo he was used to, but it smelled different on her body, with the fragrance of flowers, the sweetness of sugar, and the drowning aroma.

Her hair had been blown dry, and Jiang Mingxia's fingers were still reluctant to stroke her soft and smooth black hair over and over again, coveting the fragrance of her hair.

"Vivi, are you sleepy?"

"Hmm," Li Weiwei was dragged by Jiang Mingxia in a daze and came to the bedside.

Jiang Mingxia sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the quilt for her. After she nested into the warm quilt, her white and tender little hands tiredly beckoned to Jiang Mingxia, come and come.

Jiang Mingxia attached his ear to her lips.

Li Weiwei's muttered words sounded in his ears, "Mingxia, your stinky smell is the smell of disinfectant water." ”

However, she smelled so clearly on his shoulder, but she was not the slightest disgusted.