Picking up the sleeping bag and spreading it on the floor of the living room, Leng Ono reached out to test the comfort and frowned. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I was young, I often followed my father, who was a special soldier, to go camping in the wilderness, and sleeping in a sleeping bag was really commonplace.

Today, though, it's a bit special.

She was thrown just now, and now her waist is still uncomfortable, and if she sleeps on the floor for another night, it will be a question of whether her waist can straighten up tomorrow.

Picking up her sleeping bag, she stepped into the back room, looked at the big bed covered with snow-white sheets in the night breeze, and hesitated for a moment to put her sleeping bag on it.

Of course, she didn't touch his pillow.

Slipping into her sleeping bag and moving, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Is that called sleeping?"

Looking at the light on overhead, Leng Xiaoye, who was so hurt from falling all over his body, was really too lazy to get up again, looked sideways at the cabinet next to the bed, pulled a sticky note paper, and folded the paper into a paper dart in three or two clicks.

Throwing it away, the paper dart hit the switch on the wall.

There was a soft snap, and the overhead light immediately dimmed.

With his eyes closed and his sleeping bag retracted, wrapped his uncomfortable body tightly, Leng Xiaoye turned over a few times, changed his posture a few times and still didn't fall asleep, and only flashed Huangfu Yaoyang's face more than once in front of him.

Also, he has no gentle voice.

"Come back with me, okay?"

"Back to you big-headed ghost!" Leng Xiaoye angrily grabbed a pillow and put it on his head, "Sleep, sleep!" ”

This night, Leng Ono naturally didn't sleep well.

Huangfu Yaoyang's face and voice lingered hauntingly, appearing in his mind again and again, and even, after she fell asleep, he also slipped into her dreams domineeringly.

In the dream, Huangfu Yaoyang was covered in blood and was sending her the golden diamond ring.

"Ono, marry me, otherwise, I'll die...... If you don't believe it, I'll show you my heart! ”

As he spoke, he put his hand into his chest and really took out a fresh heart that was still beating, with a golden name written on it-Leng Xiaoye.

After a night of tossing, it was not until dawn that she finally covered her pillow and fell asleep.

Ye Feng gently pushed open the bedroom door, only to see a dark blue sleeping bag in the middle of his big bed, and Leng Xiaoye in the sleeping bag fell asleep half-sideways.

Next to the bed, pillows, pillows, books, magazines are thrown in a mess......

His tidy bedroom had been a mess by her, and he lowered his face, glanced at the photo he had stepped on, and moved his feet away in a panic. Picking up the photo from the ground and looking at the face of the girl he cherished the most, Night Breeze's raised eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Striding forward, he grabbed Leng Xiaoye's arm.

"Cold Ono ......"

As soon as he called out Leng Ono's name, Leng Ono in the sleeping bag had already flown up, shook off his arm violently, and kicked his foot in the face as soon as he raised his right foot.

Night Wind Yang took a step back, raised his hand to grab her ankle, and pulled it, Leng Xiaoye directly sat on the bed with a split, and his fist beckoned to his face.

The night breeze subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

Burst!

Leng Ono's fist hit the photo in his hand, and the photo immediately folded to the side, and her fist roared forward, stopping in front of the tip of his nose.

“sorry！” Leng Ono smiled apologetically and withdrew his fist, "I didn't know it was you, I thought it was that bastard......"

Night Breeze's chest rose and fell violently, and he shook off her ankles.

Glancing at the crack that ran through the girl's face in the photo he treasured in his right hand, he finally couldn't help it and exploded.