Chapter 1188

The morning light is light. The morning light uncovers the veil of the night and slowly spits out the brilliant morning light. The sun is warm, like a warm hand, which makes people feel comfortable.

Although the sheets rolled fiercely last night, she woke up from the housewife's lifestyle. She helped her waist. It was as if she had been run over by a car. It hurt badly when she moved.

It's earth shaking to say what happened last night

She glanced to her side, but didn't see Kangxi. She couldn't help sighing that the structure of men and women was really different. She woke up earlier than her.

She collapsed on the bed for a few minutes, called three, two, one, then gritted her teeth and got up in a hurry. The whole set of bones seemed to fall apart. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain to pass. As soon as her feet touched the soft Persian carpet, she saw Kangxi squatting on the ground drawing circles in the dark corner by the window.

A trace of sunlight ran out from the gap of the curtain, but it couldn't shine on him. His whole body was covered with a dark emanating from himself, dark as if it was a black transparent cover, which wrapped him from head to foot.

Under the intersection of light and dark, it has a great stage effect.

He must have been sobered up, clearly aware of what happened last night, beating his chest and feet in his heart.

But... She couldn't sympathize with the sad state. She just felt funny and fell back to bed for a long time.

Why did she marry such a funny girl!

No, I can't. I have a pain in my stomach... I can't make a sound to startle him.

She began to roll on the bed. It took a while for her to stop. After a few breaths, she got up again and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes. "What are you doing?"

Kangxi stopped drawing circle fingers on the ground, looked up plaintively, "introspection!"

Before daybreak, he woke up. He was awakened by a headache. He thought it was just a spring dream. He endured the headache and wanted to have a good aftertaste in his mind, but he fell from heaven to hell a moment later.

He has made such a serious political mistake.

I'm so sorry that I'm green.

Pang Pang put on his nightgown on the sofa and came to him. He knelt down seriously, his head covered with dark clouds.

"Would you like a washboard?" she quipped

Shouldn't men's introspection be kneeling on the washboard?

He blackened his face, hung his head heavily, and continued to draw his circle. It was even more gloomy, "hush hush, you let me be quiet!"

Now he wants to dig a hole and bury himself.

"Well, let's leave you alone. I'll take a bath first!" Last night, I worked hard all night. I was sweating, but I didn't have the strength to wash it. I felt my skin was sticky in the morning.

She went to the bathroom and took a shower. By the way, she counted how many "little strawberries" he had chewed on her. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

No need to count. I can't count it all.

When she finished washing out, he was still complaining in the dark, and the dark clouds above him felt that it was going to rain.

She couldn't look any more. She went over and said, "well, everything has happened. It's no use regretting it!"