Jing Mohao raised his eyes and said directly, "So you don't like doing it here, so eat first, and then go home and do it." "" Luo Xi closed her eyes and died generously.
She and he can never communicate on the same channel Early the next morning.
Luo Xi woke up and put on her clothes with her eyes closed.
Yesterday, she was tortured by a man from afternoon to night.
She didn’t know whether he ate or not.
Anyway, she didn’t eat.
Luo Xi clutched her stomach, which was already collapsing from hunger, and staggered downstairs to look for food.
Vaguely seeing Momo who was full and sleeping soundly at the door, Luo Xi suddenly realized that her life was worse than that of a dog.
The loud voice of the news anchor came from the living room.
Luo Xi put her fingers in her hair and rubbed her head that was still awake.
When did Jing Mohao switch to watching news on TV?
Luo Xi leaned on the handrail of the stairs in a paralyzed posture.
She saw the man holding the remote control in one hand and putting his other hand behind his head, leaning on the sofa with pride.
Jing Mohao glanced at Luo Xi, who was glued to the handrail of the stairs, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
The man turned off the TV, put down the remote control in his hand, and raised his hand towards the woman, "Come here, let me show you something."
Luo Xi stared at him blankly, lingering on the armrest and refusing to move.
The man waited for a long time, but the woman was still grinding ten meters away from him, with a stern look on her face, "Luo Xi, if you don't want me to put a shrinking rope on you, come here quickly." "" She's just not awake yet and feels that this leaning position is more comfortable.
Why is he making such a noise so early in the morning?
Did she add too much salt to the beef she stewed yesterday?
From now on, I won’t put salt or soy sauce on him to see if he still has the strength to disturb her.
Luo Xi reluctantly climbed down the stairs and staggered down on the sofa, continuing to be paralyzed.
Jing Mohao's eyes followed the body that was about to turn into water and fell to one side.
He stood up and reached out to lift her up and put her next to him.
Luo Xi collapsed on his shoulder.
"Luoxi, do you have bed-related hemiplegia?"
"" Wake-up hemiplegia
Even Jian Qing probably can't think of such a name.
Luo Xi curled her lips and used her strength to lift her head from the man's shoulder, but was pushed back by the man.
"Hemiplegia means lying down, my brain is not enough" "" He doesn't have enough brains "How can I be hemiplegic?"
Luo Xi moved his head.
Jing Mohao grabbed her and stopped her from moving, saying, "It's all over her body." "" What she meant was an exclamation, but he actually understood it as a question.
I really admire him.
Jing Mohao found the most comfortable position in the woman's arms and spoke again, "Are you afraid that I will dislike you if you are sick?"
"No" “You are not sick and you don’t admit that you are sick.”
"No way" Why is the question he asked so convoluted?
negative negative question Add a negative answer Okay, she admits that she really doesn't have enough brain capacity now. bigboss, requesting support Jing Mohao stared at the woman's colorful facial expressions, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips.
He put his hand around Luo Xi and squeezed Luo Xi's smooth cheeks that had not been put on makeup, which felt very comfortable
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