When she was awake, she was in li beixiao's arms. Ye qingge felt a strange warmth in her heart.
Her past life made her feel like she had fallen into a cold river. Every day, her nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
At this time, she was in a hot embrace. The man's dry and cold shower gel smell was light but very good.
Her eyes reddened as she slowly closed them. What was right and what was wrong, she couldn't seem to be serious about it at this moment.
"Little uncle, I don't eat sour!" There was no jealousy in her soft voice.
I don't have any other woman besides you. The one who just called was Mumu, my son! Li beixiao said in a deep voice as he rubbed her soft hair.
Ye qingge's heart trembled again, but she did not say anything in the end.
"Don't make me unhappy anymore, I don't have much patience, I ... He really has a bad temper!"
