Early morning.

Shen Dunian woke up in a familiar and trembling heart, the strong smell of Chinese medicine.

She was not fully awake, faintly smelled the unpleasant smell of medicine, reached out and pulled the quilt to the top of her head, twisted her eyebrows and snorted softly to show her dissatisfaction.

Jun Yiqing put the hot medicine in her hand at the head of the bed, sat beside her and reached out to pull her quilt.

Shen Dunian struggled for a moment in wakefulness and sleep, and found that he couldn't pull the strength above his head, and shrank back into the bed.

In the end, the whole person shrank like a little beast curled up to the foot of the bed.

Jun Yiqing had more and more quilts in her hands, and finally held a whole quilt in her arms.

And Shen Dunian, the little thing in the plush pajamas, was pitifully shrunk into a ball, holding the pillow that he didn't know when, shrunk at the foot of the bed, and lay on his stomach.

The long hair drooped down, completely covering the face.

Jun Yiqing put the quilt in his hand aside, shifted the battlefield, leaned forward and stretched out his long arms, and his slender fingers got under Shen Wannian's black hair, and accurately pulled Shen Wannian's smooth little face: "I know that I can't get rid of it, but I still have to struggle?"

Shen Dunian had already woken up, but she really didn't want to face the Chinese medicine that made her sick early in the morning.

You must know that the mood in the morning is destined for the day!

Reluctantly, he raised his head and brushed Jun Yiqing's evil ghost claws: "It hurts, don't pinch me!"

In the morning, her voice was rolled up with a sleepy sofa and a small milk voice, delicate and attractive, and the hearts of those who listened to it were itchy.

"Disobedient again?" Jun Yiqing pretended to be cold and said in a deep voice: "Come here!"

Shen Dunian rolled up from the bed, and was about to glare at him with a few angry eyes, when he saw that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and had opened his arms, and the ghost almost forgot to be angry.

Slowly crawling over, the whole person threw himself into his arms, reached out to put his arms around his neck, and rested his head sideways on his shoulder with his unkempt black hair.

Jun Yiqing held up her thighs.

Although Shen Dunian had only tried this position once, he still grabbed his waist very skillfully and let him carry him to the bathroom.

"People have prepared it for you, but after three days, you can go. Jun Yiqing saw that Shen Dunian fell on him weakly, completely lost his vitality, and was still fighting against the bowl of medicine, so he suddenly opened his lips and said.

When Shen Dunian heard this, he instantly raised his head from his shoulder as if he had been beaten with eighteen chicken bloods, lowered his eyes slightly, stared at him in disbelief, and asked uncertainly, "Really?"

Jun Yiqing really loves and hates Shen Wannian's masochistic physique.

This kind of thing is avoided by ordinary women, not to mention the hidden dangers, there are a lot of dangers on the surface, why is she so excited!

Unhappily, he twisted his eyebrows, ignored her, and walked into the bathroom with long steps.

Shen Dunian saw that he ignored her, his face was not good, he thought he was going to change his hexagram, tilted his head, approached him for half a minute, raised his eyebrows and said: "The gentleman is quick to say a word, you can't, oops!"

Before the words fell, Jun Yiqing suddenly hugged her and spun in a circle in the air, and then gently pushed her against the wall of the bathroom.

Shen Dunian was startled, startled, and hurriedly hugged his neck, and his legs tightened his waist even harder.

As he slowly raised his head to meet hers, his heart didn't know if it was because of fright, or if his overly deep eyes were beating violently.

"Dry ...... What are you doing, the dancing is very dazzling, ballet is still communicative......" Shen Dunian's thin lips trembled slightly, and he asked softly and softly.