The sun is shining, the sky is the most beautiful blue, and the clear blue is the most intoxicating. Although there is no moisture of rain, but the weather is still not dry, after all, even if there is little rain in late autumn, it is always filled with a bleak atmosphere, this cold tone, can always extinguish people's hot hearts in time.

And on this day, Wan Qiyan's heart was indeed hot and dry. The anger and emotion in his heart were divided into the world, and there was nothing he could do about the little girl in front of him who pretended to be pitiful.

Fight, reluctantly, after all, people are still asleep, and their lives are dying: they are reluctant to scold, because when they see those big eyes with tears and pitiful eyes, their hearts soften into a ball, and they can no longer have the mind of reproach.

Wan Qiyanchu looked up at the blue sky, wearing thin clothes and blowing the cold wind, the heat in his heart dropped again and again, leaving only the thoughts of complaining about himself and sighing for his incompetence.

As for all the bad thoughts about Yan Chuqi, there is no such thing at all. Holding the north wind in his arms, Wan Qiyan entered the house at the beginning, for fear that the extremely cold wind would hurt her again, he took a few steps back, and looked at the delicate body lying on the bed from a distance of three meters.

The bed curtain made of snow-white light gauze made the figure of the collapsed person looming, a small lump, it seemed that the bed was very large, and she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, as if she was going to make herself into a ball, curling up, which seemed more and more tearful.

"Your Majesty, Don't Pester" Chapter 75 I want to find a reason to give you a gift I am hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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