Yu qinghuan's back was against Sheng lingren's chest, and their legs were intertwined. She used his arm as a pillow and looked at the wall with empty eyes.
Sheng lingren gently stroked her hair and kissed her on the shoulder. "Does it still hurt?"
“……”
"Qinghuan?"
"What?" Yu qinghuan came back to her senses.
Sheng Ling turned her around to face her and looked into her eyes."What's wrong? Are you angry with me? I'm just tidying up, I'm just tidying up. It's already like this, I don't have to explain."
He lowered his head and hugged her tightly. I admit that I'm a little affected by you. It's not that I can't control myself. Instead, Yingluo is a little excited. Don't worry, when we get out, I'll definitely hang on to you. If I can't get out, you can forget about me and find someone who's good to you."
"I'm not thinking about that." Yu qinghuan smiled helplessly. I'm just a little tired.
