Chapter 1144: Sleep separately, no way!

Thinking of her charming and sweetness on him, he had a small throat and a tight throat, and his breath was thick.
Huang Ling was still wrapped in a quilt. Mobosen pulled her quilt and muttered: "Go to the bath."
"I am... sore." The burning pain.
Mobson picked her up. "After the shower, I will help you with the medicine."
He knew that he would hurt her, and he was ready for the ointment, but the result was not as perfect as he thought.
The two were in the bathroom, and they came and touched.
It’s really a touch~I don’t do anything.
After washing, Mobson hugged Huang Ling in bed and took out the ointment.
When he opened her leg and saw it, it was red and swollen, and the chest slammed.
It hurt so badly -
On the good medicine, Mopson glared at Huang Ling lying on the bed.
The soft body is in my arms, and Mobson is uncomfortable!
But he was guilty again and wanted to hold her to sleep.
Feel the heat of his body and the heavy breathing.
Huang Ling asked: "Momo, why don't we sleep separately?"
Mobson raised his eyebrows unpleasantly: "Is going to be separated so soon? No way!"
"No, I see you are uncomfortable, you hold me like this, can you sleep well?"
"You can't sleep well, don't sleep separately, sleep separately, sleep better."
Huang Ling grinned: "I am weak, I can't satisfy you this seven times a night."
Mobson groaned: "Do you think that I will forgive you?"
"Starting tomorrow, I have to run around the community for ten laps!" Huang Ling said.
Mobson is deep and dark, and he is still gloomy: "Do you dare not try?"
All goodness was destroyed, and he had to wait for their second time.
Huang Ling thought for a long time, then looked up and looked at Mobson with twinkling eyes: "Would you like... I will help you solve it in other ways?"
She knew that he suddenly braked and had not yet reached Gaochao Village.
When Mobson heard it, the gloomy dawn flashed slightly and looked at her with interest: "Which way? Hand or mouth?"
For his good feelings, Huang Ling is going out: "All come together!"

Just dawn, Huang Ling was woken up by Mobson.
She is still sleepy -
She sat on the bed, squinting, unkemptly looking at the man who had already washed and stood in the cloakroom: "What time is it? You asked me to do something so early?"
Mobson wore a sportswear, "Running."
Huang Ling listened to running, a little discouraged feeling, really want to run?
Mobson turned and looked at her with a smile: "I will run with you."
"..." Huang Ling's face is squatting, she is lazy, so she lacks exercise.
"Get up, brush your teeth and wash your face. I will give you a cup of milk. After we finish, we will go to breakfast together."
"Oh." Because she was with him, she was reluctant to go to exercise.
Huang Ling got out of bed and suddenly thought of something. She looked up and looked at Mobson: "My clothes are wet, not dry."
"You look down on me, your clothes are ready."
"Is it?" Huang Ling came to the cloakroom very curiously.
Looking at the shoes, clothes, and bags, hats, Huang Ling eyes stunned: "Local tyrants!"
Her clothes are placed neatly, all of them are famous brands, all of which she wears.
Huang Ling picked up a black tattoo, which is the number of yards she wore.
She turned and looked at Mobson doubtfully: "Momo, how do you know how big I wear?"
Mobson swept the chest in her hand coolly. "When you were injured, you have rubbed so many medicines for you, and you can't figure out how big you are."