"I have some pain in my head." Song Wuyi frowned slightly.
"Let's lie down and rest." Gu Yu got up, took off his coat, and smiled: "I am tired of playing a game with Mugo."
When I think of pastoralism, Song’s worry-free heart sinks deep, and at the bottom of the bottom, it passes through a faint color.
After she lay down, Gu Yu asked with concern: "Do you want to cover the quilt?"
Song no worries nodded, "Yeah."
Gu Yu pinched her face and smiled: "There is a hot day to cover the quilt."
"Cover a little, if it's cold, it's not good."
"I won't catch cold." Gu Yu lay down beside her, reached out and hugged her, charmingly smiled: "I am holding you to sleep, you will not catch cold."
"You hold me like this, I will be hot." Song Wuxi moved his body.
"Don't move." Gu Yu said in a deep voice: "You don't know, the more struggling a woman in a man's arms, the more likely it is to arouse a man's desire?"
Song has no worries, hey, really dare not move again.
Gu Yu threw the quilt to the ground and threw it. "If you don't cover the quilt, you won't get hot."
"……"who said it? Is his temperature very high?
Because he was held by him, Song Wushou did not sleep very much.
I slept at noon, she was not sleepy at all.
Because she thought too much, not lying in bed, she didn't know what to do.
Because I thought too much, my mind was very chaotic, and I was unable to sleep because I was holding it.
But Gu Yu was lying around, she could not keep her eyes open.
So she closed her eyes.
But she is not sleepy, she closes her eyes and thinks more about her brain.
The two paintings I saw today took turns in her mind.
In the end, the head was very swollen. In less than half an hour, she left Gu Yu’s arms and sat up.
Gu Yu opened his eyes and had red silk in his eyes. He looked at her and his voice was dull. "Don't sleep?"
"Don't sleep, sleep again, I can't sleep at night." Song said without worry.
Gu Yu also sat up, "wash your face, go downstairs."
"Yeah." Song nodded and nodded, then got out of bed.
She sat down in front of the dressing table and was ready to comb her hair.
Gu Yu quickly got out of bed and took the comb from her hand.
Song had no worries, looked up and looked at him strangely: "What are you doing?"
Gu Yu looked at her and smiled: "Comb."
Song Wuxi looked at his head. "Your hair is not messy, it doesn't matter if you don't comb it."
Gu Yan heard, the lips curled up, and he screamed coolly. "Do you think I am handsome?"
Song Wu wow pulled his lips. "I don't know how handsome?"
"I don't know if I am handsome, my eyes don't know where to go."
"narcissism."
"I am confident." Gu Yu looked up and touched her hair. "I will help you comb your hair."
Song worries: "Will you?"
He is a grandfather, helping a woman to comb her hair?
"Who isn't combing?" Gu Yu started.
One hand caressed the blue silky hair, and gently combed it with a comb in one hand.
The movement is very soft, for fear of hurting her, but the technique is clumsy and somewhat blunt.
Song Wuwei sat there in a dignified manner, letting him "toss."
She looked at Gu Yu in the mirror, the clear beauty, a moment of sadness.
That time, by the river, in the distance by the river, there were some wild flowers, big red, pink, white, yellow, and all kinds of wild flowers bloomed.
The butterfly flutters in the flowers, and the bees pick up the powder on the petals.
At the edge of the river, it is a pebbles that are washed and become very smooth.
Song Wushou wore plain men's clothing, wearing a long blue silk, stepping on the pebbles, walking into the river, kneeling, bending his head, holding a wooden comb, and straightening the blue silk.
At this time, familiar footsteps sounded behind him.
She doesn't have to look back, she knows who is coming.
She sweetly licked her lips and looked at the river, and the rippling figure was getting closer.
He crouched behind her, and the low voice was magnetic and "I help you wash your hair."
"My hair is a little messy, a bit hard to comb." Her cheeks are rosy.
"I will help you groom."
"Ok."
Then, he took a wooden comb from her hand and skillfully helped her brush her hair and wash her hair -
His movements, elegant and skilled, are hundreds of times better than the current Gu Yu -