Chapter 145: My Arm Is a Chicken Leg?
Impatient, I had to sit down next to the edge of the bed.
Unexpectedly, Ji Nuan came up and bit his arm, and the painful Ling Yichen frowned and squinted his eyes.
"Hiss......"
It hurts!
Why did you bite me?
This woman's strength is really not small!
“…… Drumstick...... What a fragrant chicken thigh...... Delicious...... Hehe......" Ji Nuan was confused, talking intermittently in his dreams.
Ling Yichen's eyes widened instantly, and he had a dark face.
What's going on?
Where did the chicken legs come from?
……
Angry!
I even took Young Master Ben's arm as a chicken leg!
If you want to have a shape, a muscular arm, can it be the same shape as a chicken leg?
There is no comparison between the two at all!
Really!
Ling Yichen glanced helplessly.
should have opened her hand directly, but Ling Yichen saw that she was sleeping so comfortably, and he couldn't bear to disturb her sweet dreams for a while.
Seeing that she slept so soundly and looked quite cute, Ling Yichen acquiesced to her raging on his arm.
Anyway, you just don't get disabled!
On a quiet night, the sky outside was dark, and even the stars in the sky were only a few, scattered in the sky.
As far as the eye can see, there are several families in the distance who have not yet slept, and the lights are still lit in the room.
Before you know it, it's already early in the morning-
Ling Yichen yawned deeply.
After playing all night in the bar and taking care of Ji Nuan until the early hours of the morning, he was obviously a little tired.
Half-leaning on the side of the bed, he squinted for a moment.
The sound of two people breathing in the room flowed through the room, and they fell asleep so quietly—
……
The night is quiet!
With the cold wind blowing in the dark sky, I couldn't help but sneak in through the gap in the window, and slowly hit her little face, which couldn't help but make her shiver.
Bo Qing quickly got up, went to close the window, and closed the curtains.
There was only one table lamp lit in the room, and the faint light reflected on her delicate little face, her facial features were so delicate, her towering nose, her cherry-red little mouth, and she slept so sweetly like a child.
Bo Qing sat quietly on the edge of the bed and looked at it affectionately, his eyes full of distress and tenderness.
Every time she was heartbroken, in fact, he knew that every time she was drunk, she hoped that the first thing she saw when she woke up was him, but fate played a big joke on them and gave them the opportunity to know and love each other, but they couldn't stay together......
Girl, what the hell am I going to do......
to make you happy......
Bo Qing clenched her cold little hands tightly, and his fingers were interlocked, sticking to his face.
The originally quiet and lovely child had a bad expression on his face, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth pursed.
Suddenly!
Get up violently and vomit!
Bo Qing hurriedly picked up the trash can.
Her little face was buried in an instant.
Spit wildly!
……
Bo Qing gently patted her on the back, and seeing how uncomfortable she vomited, his heart also tugged.
After vomiting, she collapsed limply on the bed, gasping for air.
frowned his eyebrows, his little head swayed from time to time, perhaps because of his dizziness, and his little face was extremely red.
Vomiting in his stomach, Lin Jinan clutched his chest and tossed and turned on the bed.