Chapter 1623: Except Wushan is not cloud 174

Chapter 1623, except that Wushan is not a cloud 174
At that moment, Qiao Wei seemed to be stiff all over her body. She was hugged in the arms of Miao Mo, his body was so hot, and even the burning scent passed over his forehead, making the ear seem to be dyed slightly. The floor is hot.
Chaucer didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to use his breath.
I am afraid that His Royal Highness will be even more unhappy...
However, what she didn't think too much was that Her Royal Highness held her like this, said nothing, breathing against her hair, and then slowly fell asleep.
His hand was heavy, very heavy and pressed on her back, so overbearing, refused to let her move.
Joe couldn't sleep, she had forgotten how long she had not been sleeping by the Prince Edward.
They had had such a wonderful time, but she did not cherish it. She hurt him first, but now she is holding her to sleep...
Chaucer couldn’t help but think carefully, is it in the depths of His Royal Highness, but she still has her...
Isn't it... actually doesn't hate her so much...
The more he thinks about this, the more subconscious he wants to be close to the person's arms.
Even if she knows that His Royal Highness is only sick if she is sick, she still loves and loves this hard-won warmth.
He probably won't know forever, how much she regrets, and she never cherished his hug.
In his hot arms, Chaucer didn't know how long he had been in a daze, until he heard the sound coming from the top of his head, and Mosha was almost dumb, and he said, "Oh...hey..."
Joe blinked his eyes and whispered silently. "His Royal Highness, you are..."
His Royal Highness did not wake up, he just hugged her tighter.
Chaucer couldn't help but hug his waist and wanted to miss him. For so many months, every time he thought about the baby, he would think of him...
But she knew that as long as her Highness the Prince was sober, she would not be qualified to hold him in such a daring manner.
Thinking of this, Chaucer tried to squint with red eyes and was not willing to fall asleep. She wanted to be held by His Royal Highness, and she could feel sober for a while, for a while...
She is afraid that there will be no such opportunity in the future.
Although it is shameless to know that you are such a person...
But she still can't help it.
The next day, he said that he had to wake up first. He felt that he was holding his own arms in his arms and he was familiar with the atmosphere.
When he whispered his head, he saw Chaucer in his arms, sleeping very sweet and very awkward. She closed her eyes docilely, sticking to his chest position, and it was softly pressed against him.
Her little hand rested on his waist, especially light, and there was no weight.
Looking at the person in his arms for a while, he did not take back his hand, but he hugged her and looked at her, and even coughed.
In the end, Chaucer woke up in a confused way, and she was awakened by the movement of the side.
She opened the eyes of the misty fog and saw the fingertips of her side stalking her hair, and casually curled up in the warm fingers of the day.
And his eyes are lazy and do not see any emotions.
But Joe could see this scene. The little face was inexplicably hot. She didn't dare to move. She just waited for a while and didn't see the Prince's Highness put down her hair. Chaucer had to whisper to remind him to wake up. Your Highness..."
Her voice is still very light, with the nasal sound that just woke up, soft.
(End of this chapter)