It seemed very uncomfortable, she pouted in discomfort, "Woo... so itchy..."

Feng Churui took off her clothes and saw that it was a scabbed in the wound. Seeing that her hands were getting heavier and heavier, the sound of her nails scratching her skin became louder and louder, he quickly grabbed her hands and said, "Don't grab them."

It was so uncomfortable that her hands could not be twitched. Wu Xuewei suddenly became unhonest. Her hands were held back, so she kicked her legs randomly, kicked her legs, and sobbed her sobbed in discomfort.

Her discomfort and pitiful little look made his charming heart disappear in an instant. I was afraid that she would scratch the already-formed scab, so he had to lie down beside her, put her in his arms, grabbed her hands, and put it in her ear and coaxed softly: "Sleep, it won't be itchy when you fall asleep. Be good."

This night is destined to be difficult.

The soft body twisted in his arms from time to time, and unconsciously ignited the fire, which made him feel deeply troubled by Gu Nai Wang.

Finally, it was not until the second half of the night that she fell asleep, and he could sleep with peace of mind.

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The next day, when Wu Xuewei woke up, she was completely dumbfounded.

Who can tell her what the situation is?

How could Feng Churui sleep beside her? And what happened to the arm on her belly?

What's going on when his chin is stuck in her shoulder?

Oh my God, she was obviously drunk last night, why did she feel that he is the drunk person now?

Otherwise, how could he be lying on the same bed with her?

If you read it correctly, this is indeed her room.

The inner world had already caused a tide. He pulled away his arms that were lying on her belly and stood up carefully.

"Where are you going?" He stretched out his arm, circled her waist again, and pulled her back to the bed.

She lay back heavily, and the mattress shook, and her heart shook uneasily, looking at the ceiling blankly, and she couldn't adapt to being so close to him when they were both awake.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Feng Churui was not angry either. He pulled up the quilt to cover her. He turned over and got out of bed and walked out. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned around and said, "Get up, have breakfast, I'll take you to get your hair."

Her yellow hair looks so annoying that no matter how she looks, she is still as natural black as before, so well-behaved and elegant.

Wu Xuewei grabbed a bunch of her hair and looked in front of her, "What hair do you do? I think my hairstyle is pretty good now, I don't want to do it."

Feng Churui hugged his chest with his hands, and his long body leaned against the edge of the door frame, looking at her with a clear look: "Do you want to get up on your own initiative, or do I help you?"

He helps, how can he help?

Wu Xuewei curled her lips and was about to say that she was getting up, but then she thought that when she heard what she heard at the door of the private room last night, her mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Don't worry about me anymore, I don't need you to care about it. My business has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me?" Feng Churui narrowed his eyes, straightened his head, walked slowly towards her, pinching her jaw, and she was forced to raise her head and look up at him, "Yes, it has nothing to do with you."

"I want your first and night, it doesn't matter?" Feng Churui's voice was lowered, and his elegant and handsome face did not fluctuate at all, but the dark eyes were particularly sharp.
Chapter completed!