Hearing this, the young officer frowned frequently.

Does she mean that she doesn't care about her pulling and pulling with other men?

"Tan Sang, I am your husband."

Then his eyes fell on Tan Sang lightly, but this person's eyes were deep, and she couldn't see any emotions.

So she still honestly mumbled.

"I know."

A pair of eyes with a hint of thought.

She leaned down a little more, tilted her head, and a girlish scent penetrated his nose:

"That's why I'm asking you if you're feeling unwell, husband, I'm worried about you."

The little girl's voice sounded soft with Wu Nong's soft words over there.

But the Tan family has been in Kyoto for generations, and even if they are occasionally involved, they are all among the six governors, how can someone say such a tone?

Shen Jijin didn't think about it carefully, because he realized that his little wife asked him if he was uncomfortable, not because he felt that he was in tatters, not because he was troublesome.

She just wanted to know, would her husband be uncomfortable?

Even though he had just snubbed her, she was still worried about his body.

The perennial heart is cold, and the empty young marshal's heart is filled all at once.

So the young marshal, who had made up such a bunch of things in his brain, came up with a sentence.

His little wife really likes him.

Shen Jijin tilted his head, "Madame doesn't have to worry, I'm in a hurry to come back just because I have a public (jealous) business (jealousy) in my body (madness)." ”

Does this mean that she misunderstood?

It may be the first time that the young officer has lied in front of a girl, and his eyes are a little erratic.

This look was immediately exposed.

Oh~ It's not because I'm jealous.

The man's clean, slender fingers rested on her hand.

The young marshal, who was about to take the letter, was stunned for a moment when he touched the little girl's hand.

The little girl's body was already very thin, and she was not well taken care of in the Tan Mansion, so her body naturally fell.

It's only early autumn, and the little girl's hands are a little cold.

"Is it cold?"

Tan Sang shook his head, dangling like his favorite wave drum when he was a child.

It was only later that those people crushed his wave drum in front of him, and threw it far away.

The man unbuttoned the blouse he was draping on, his dark eyes falling on her shoulder, "Madame, come closer." ”

Tan Sang naturally knew that Xiaomei wanted to add a dress to her.

But she felt that the hottest place was in the arms of the little beauty.

The delicate collarbone loomed under the black shirt, and if it was a white dress, you would probably be able to see the beautiful red mole.

Tan Sang blinked, and his afterglow kept staring at the young marshal.

The shoulders were a little heavy, and the uniform was on Tan Sang's body.

But Tan Sang looks too thin, and his height is not high, and this dress looks like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes.

It looks even more delicate.

"Go back to your room and have a good rest, and if you feel cold, come to me."

Do you want to warm my bed?

Although he was secretly thinking about it in his heart, Tan Sang nodded quietly in order not to collapse his character, looking soft and weak.

A little one.

The young marshal opened the letter again, carefully and carefully, such a meticulous appearance is really beautiful.

The little girl who was hesitating at the window poked her head and pulled the door with her hand: "Can I ask for a kiss?" ”

After speaking, he secretly hid his face.