Chapter 189

Gu Qingcheng's meekness and cleverness let Tang Shi's subconsciously close his arms and embrace her in his arms.

Gu Qingcheng's sobbing voice gradually became smaller. After crying for so long, Gu Qingcheng was lazy and tired. She didn't want to move any more. Her brain was also drowsy. She leaned against Tang Shi's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.

Tang Shi's hand patted her back for a while, without rhythm, but let Gu Qingcheng relax a little bit. After a while, her breath became constant and long, and people fell asleep in Tang Shi's arms.

Tang Shi patted Gu Qingcheng's back gradually stopped. He buried his head in her neck socket, smelling the faint fragrance from her body, and slowly closed his eyes.

The starlight outside the window became dim, and even the sound of insects gradually disappeared.

The whole world fell into silence.

In Tang Dynasty, he always kept the attitude of embracing Gu Qingcheng deeply.

When Tang Dynasty pulled Gu Qingcheng to flush water, he did not wipe their bodies dry, so he went to bed. The bed had already been wet, and gradually Tang Shi felt a chill.

Tang Shi moved his body slightly, and took Gu Qingcheng to the sofa beside him. Gu Qingcheng's body had already dried naturally, and his hair was long and many, still wet. Tang Shi was afraid to open the hair dryer and wake her up, so he took a towel to dry her hair bit by bit.

Tang Shi picked up Gu Qingcheng, went to another bedroom, put Gu Qingcheng on the bed, pulled up the quilt and carefully covered it for her.

Tonight's Huan love, did half, because she cried, forcefully stopped, Tang Shi always felt that there was a gas can not vent out, at this time he looked at her quietly sleeping face, just felt that the gas was more tyrannical.

Tang Shi's gaze at Gu Qingcheng gradually became deep, and his breath gradually became a little heavy.

He felt as if he was going to lose control of himself.

But he tried to suppress himself.

His hand gently stroked Gu Qingcheng's cheek. He felt as if he was about to lose control of himself. He slightly licked the slightly dry lip, and then gently lowered his head and put the lip flap on his side of his head. Because of crying, she was swollen like a walnut's eyes, and then slowly fell on her eyebrow. At the bottom of his heart, he said softly: Good night, my incline.

Who said it? Good night is an indirect confession.

This sentence, he said to her in countless late nights, but she never heard it once.

Good night.

I love you, I love you.

My inclination.

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