Feeling the warmth, ye qingge found a comfortable position in li beixiao's arms and her lips curved into a satisfied smile ...
Her fair little hands were wrapped around the man's thin waist, and her small face was pressed against his heart ...
Li beixiao knew that this little woman must have treated him as a pillow.
Li beixiao stroked his cold lower abdomen and couldn't help but frown. After her period was over, he would take her to see a Chinese doctor.
Although she didn't understand these things, cold and stomach pain were not good things.
The next day.
Ye qingge opened her eyes in a daze. She had slept well.
But when she saw li beixiao's jaw, she was immediately shocked.
There was some stubble on his chiseled jaw, exuding the charm of a mature man.
His thin lips were not as cold as they were during the day, and they were slightly raised in a childish way.
His eagle-like nose was exhaling even breaths, which hit ye qingge's face ...
