"Husband, look at me carefully."
"I don't know!"
"I'm your bun!"
"You are not!"
Yan baozi has nothing to do. In a hurry, he grabs his hand and presses it on his baozi. "Do you believe it?"
Young master Chu played seriously for a while, then he hummed.
Yan baozi didn't know whether he believed it or not.
He raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes. "Is your head dizzy?"
Master Chu grabbed her hand and threw it aside.
The strength is not heavy. Yanbaozi smiled and reached out to pinch his handsome face: "that's not dizzy, thirsty or thirsty. Do you want to drink water?"
Young master Chu glared at her angrily, suddenly reached out and pinched her face. He opened his bow from left to right and pulled out at the same time.
Yan baozi: "..."
Let go.
"You are not my bun."
"I am."
"Nonsense! My steamed buns are very good. "
"Yes, yes."
"You are not good!"
Yan baozi wants to cry without tears. "Yes, I am not good. Can you let me go first?"
Master Chu let her go, gave her two eyes, and asked slightly angrily, "don't you hold me?"
"Hug!" Young master Chu has spoken. How dare Yan baozi not follow.
Say hold, hold!
Holding him tightly, yanbaozi muttered: "husband, is it ok now?"
Master Chu put his head on her shoulder, his thin lips slightly hooked, his arms tightened, and he held her tightly in his arms.
Time flies by, yanbaozi keeps this posture all the time, his arms are sore.
She asked in a low voice, "husband, can we let go now?"
Master Chu gave a snort, let go of her, and walked towards the bed with his big body tottering, lying on the bed.
Master Chu is angry again!
Yan baozi ran to coax him pitifully, "honey, you haven't bathed yet."
"Help me."
"This The teacher has taught you that you should do your own things, so... "
"Hum!" Master Chu snorted contemptuously and closed his eyes.
It's no use letting Yan baozi advise and coax him around.
Time is not early, Yan baozi really don't want to toss, compromise, and give up: "OK, I'll help you."
Master Chu raised the back of his hand lazily to show her to hold it.
Yan baozi: "..."
What's wrong with the illusion of being fooled?
After struggling for an hour, the two finally came out of the bathroom.
Before going to bed, Yan baozi poured water for Master Chu, fed him and then lay down.
"Good night, husband."
In the face of Chu young master Jun chirped a, Yan baozi pillow his arm, deep sleep to go.
Master Chu rubbed her face with his belly, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened. For your good performance, I'll forgive you this time.
…………
The next day.
Pei sanshao wakes up confused and thirsty.
Just sit up, hangover headache, then began to clear and violent attack.
He put his hands over his head and gave a muffled snort.
Nearby, a soft voice came: "ah chin, is it a headache?"
Pei sanshao's chaotic consciousness wakes up instantly. He opens his eyes and looks at the bedroom carefully.
This is not his bedroom!
The neck is stiff, turn the head slowly.
Like slow motion, he finally saw the women around him.
White light wearing a nightgown, thin was sitting up with her movements and sliding to the abdomen, her face a little haggard, as if she did not sleep well.
Looking down and looking back at himself, it's just like a string.