Chapter 420: I am tired, very tired

"This king. I think the weather is too hot, so I will help you take off a piece of clothing outside, just outside."
The money blossomed and laughed. The weather was too hot? Who built the quilt on his body?
However, she did not dismantle Long Muzhen, and looked at his guilty look, she felt particularly cute.
Long Muzhen was uncomfortable by the eyes of Qian Duoxiao’s smiling eyes. He sat on the couch and pretended to be natural. He shifted the topic:
I woke you up?

"No, I still want to sleep again." Qian Duodu yawned: "Run for so many days, you should rest well."
"I am not tired, you sleep, I am sitting here watching you." Long Mu licked her hair, full of pets in her tone.
Money blossoming doubts: "What do you think I am doing?"
"Of course I have to look at you, and I have to look at you intently. I am afraid that I will blink and you will run again."
Long Mu's voice is gentle, like telling a story buried deep in his heart. In the silent night, it is especially nice, low and gentle like the violin playing a faint love song.
The money blossoming lips smiled, and the feeling of lingering in my heart only turned into a small movement.
She stretched out the sleeves of Lalong Mu's, and moved inside.
"How tired are you sitting, come up and talk to me?"
"Duoer?" Long Muzhen seems to be somewhat flattered.
"Don't you say that I am afraid that I ran? I am inside, you are outside, you are guarding me, so I can't run away?"
The money blossomed with some spoiled taste, but waited for a while, watching Long Muzhen still sitting next to him.
She was not happy. The mouth screamed and complained: "If you are not tired, if you want to sit, you will sit in the yard, don't bother me to sleep."
Long Muzhen did not react in the surprise, and he saw that the money blossomed and his face sank, and Nizi seemed to be angry.
He said nothing, and quickly shunned: "I am tired, of course I am tired. Tired and sore."
When I finished, I immediately ran to the couch, fell asleep on my head, and pulled a little quilt and covered myself.
Then boldly reach out and circle the thin, boneless waist, let her lean in her arms.
Qian Duo Duo found a comfortable posture, the bird nestled in his arms, feeling his breath surrounded himself, her incomparable peace of mind.
"Long Mu, I will sing to you, okay?" Suddenly, the money blossomed and broke the silence.
"Good, but I don't want to listen to rock."
I got it cheap and sold it, and I also listened to it.
It’s really a difficult time to serve.
Qian Duodu’s heart groaned, and when he thought of a song, he sang.
"The most beautiful scene of my life is to meet you. I stare at you quietly in the sea of ​​people, strange and familiar."
What was the scene when I first met Long Muzhen?
It was the kitchen of the Three Kings House, which was run by the family and chased around.
Or when I was visiting the ancient capital of Xi'an, in that antique shop, I saw the handsome guy with a familiar familiarity?
At the beginning, Qian Duodu thought about trying to find the whereabouts of the short sword and trying to cross it back.
But now, relying on Long Mu's chest, feeling his faint body temperature, she gradually understood.