Small Theater (●—●) (First Write)
After becoming famous, Lifeng was very idle.
Except for the occasional outing, it is to stay at home and watch TV series.
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Lile walked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron, which looked a little out of keeping with his usual cold and unforgiving image.
The contrast is cute.
Lifeng heard the movement and stood up, looking straight at him with dark and deep eyes.
Lile unbuttoned his apron, looked at the little milk dog that Lifeng was obviously begging for a hug, touched his head helplessly, smiled dotingly, and hugged Lifeng into his arms.
Low and magnetic, the cold voice with a hint of smoke revealed full of pampering and tenderness: "What's wrong?" ”
Lifeng buried his head in Lile's chest, and his cold voice carried a hint of melancholy: "You know, I don't want to restore my daughter's body now. ”
"yes, I know."
"But I'm in a relationship with you right now." Lifeng continued.
"Hmm, so?"
"Do we count this as what they say?"
Lile hooked the corners of his mouth, and the originally cold and expressionless handsome face had a hint of a smile, like the first melting of ice and snow, which was amazing.
"As long as it's with you, Lily can do it."
Lifeng is strong and calm.
The heart was pounding.
"I really don't have such a heavy taste."
"You don't love me?" Lile pressed Lifeng's shoulders with both hands and looked at him seriously.
"No......" Lifeng moved his lips.
Lile frowned.
"I just want to tell you that my dad is behind you......"
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