"Who are you going to scratch?"

Ming Yulong only heard a few words in this sentence that should have been lingering and sympathetic in the half-conscious and half-awake, and before her eyes opened, her first feeling was who wanted to tickle her, and she asked vigilantly.

Rong Yi looked down at her eyes that were still opening vigorously, and couldn't help but be provoked by her sinister question, and pinched her face, and expressed her words briefly:

"Scratch you."

The man's picturesque face gradually became clear in the hazy vision, Ming Yulong looked at him in amazement, and said blankly:

"It's really you."

"See if it's a dream." Rong Yi's bony fingers pressed slightly on her face.

The slight pain went from her cheek to someone's brain, and immediately she jumped like a fuss, snapped his hand away, and said in a slightly weak but imposing voice:

"Ouch, it's not a dream, it's not a dream, why do you have to pinch me!"

It turned out that the person she caught in the dream was really Rong Yi, but at that time, she still felt that the person's breath felt a little wrong, it turned out that she was mistaken.

Rong Yi smiled faintly, and smacked you, it was to punish you for hugging other men.

"Pinch it to make you sober up, so you don't have to do stupid things again." He pursed his lips when he saw her, turned her around and put her on the bed, folded the quilt, turned around and walked to the coffee table on the side, and warmed the cold water.

Ming Yulong pillowed on the jade-colored soft pillow, tilting his head to see him slowly carrying the pot on the small charcoal stove.

From her point of view, the blue-faced boy who was seventy-two degrees sideways, his long eyelashes were half-hanging, and a thick line of crow-colored lines was densely extended, and the light and shadow stretched it, jumping from his cheeks to the floor.

The slender jade figure outlined with the arc of the shadow was half-bent, and he stretched out his pampered hand to pluck the charcoal fire, and his expression was calm and quiet.

If you skim off that mesmerizing face, this posture is like an ordinary scholarly boy making tea with a lamp.

Such a beautiful posture, looking at it, makes the corners of people's mouth bend unconsciously, looking at his slow and elegant movements, it is like a singing scene of a woman lying on the head of the bed and looking at her lover with beautiful eyes.

The corners of Ming Yulong's lips paused for a moment, and then he turned around and looked up at the green tent that was still on it.

She didn't know how Lu Dao Rong Yi came over, and he left that day as if he didn't plan to deal with her anymore.

I was a little curious, but more than that, happy.

The place where the snoring had been missing for three days was made up the moment I saw him.

Rong Yi squinted at her movements, and turned his head to look at her at the junction of light and shadow, "What, can't wait?" The water is a little warmer, and it is comfortable to drink. ”

Ming Yulong tightened the quilt, what she couldn't wait for was not this thing, but another one.

But when she turned her head to look at him, she smiled for fear that others would not see her two rows of white teeth.

"Don't make it too hot, if it's very hot and you have to wait next to it, then you might as well bring me cold water to drink, your throat will be smoking."

Rong Yi smiled, took the kettle and poured her a glass of water, and brought it over, "Since it's so dry, let's drink a little more and moisturize it." ”

Ming Yulong's eyes fell on the water glass, and she didn't pay attention to the faint smile in his eyes, she got up and poured the water glass into her mouth, and when her taste buds recovered, the spreading bitter taste hit her entire mouth.