I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 147 Hugging My Little Poor (39)

He stared silently at the back of the girl.

White fingertips quietly probed out, ticking her hair scattered on the pillow.

Since the wedding night, he seems not to have been so close to her.

It seems that if you move forward a little bit, you can get into your arms.

But he knew that he should be content with the distance. The previous disgust and disgust pushed her far. She kept her promise and now she doesn't want to touch him.

The boy shrank back into the quilt again, and his cat-like eyes lightly looked at each other silently.

He looked down at himself.

The shirt was slightly open and the belt was loose. The boy said that with his appearance, as long as he took the initiative, it would not be a problem.

But it seems useless.

I used to hate my face. I hated all the good feelings that this face brought. But now in order to please her, even her principles are lost.

The other party did not look at him more.

Nanhuai lowered his eyes, his white fingertips gathered his shirt, his expression was quiet, and he was a little wronged silently.

…

Early the next morning.

Yun Xia opened her eyes and rolled around lazily.

She was familiar with the air around her, and the little devil took the initiative to rub it over, wrapped one leg around the waist of the teenager, and embraced both hands, and got into his arms.

She rubbed the other person's snow-white placket, messed up the original neat neckline, and put her small head against the boy's white chin.

Nanhuai had just opened his eyes, and the light-colored eyes had not been awake, so he was wrapped up by the girl.

His eyes widened, and the blankness of the morning faded away, his eyes widened, and the whole person froze.

The waist was entangled, and the two men hugged together. The other person's small head was resting on him, rubbing softly, like a lazy and petite pet in the morning.

He paused, his earlobe was red, but his thin lips slightly lifted, carefully touching the top of her hair.

It took a few seconds for Yunxia to open her eyes and raise her head.

Facing a pair of moonlight-like eyes, the young snowman with black hair, white net ears and crimson ears, innocent and soft, staring at her shyly.

The two were very close, breathing together, Yun Xia blinked, and pushed him away to sit up.

His Royal Highness also climbed up obediently, bowing his head and holding the quilt: "My wife."

Yun Xia was silent for a long while in annoyance.

Say good to touch. I didn't wake up in the morning because I was familiar with the breath of heaven.

"Sorry." She frowned.

The other person froze for a moment, his long eyelashes twitched slightly, and shook his head: "No. It doesn't matter."

Yun Xia glanced at him, got up and got out of bed.

The young girl only wore her blouse, and she was slender and slim in the morning light, stretching her lazy waist.

Nanhuai held the quilt and looked at her silently.

Eyes glanced over her waist.

I don’t know what it’s like to hug...

She had taken the initiative to hug him. If it was not pushed away that time, maybe the wedding night...

The teenager squeezed his thin lips, lowered his thick eyelashes, and his eyes were slightly dull, and he started to stay.

Until Yunxia turned around, he picked up his clothes from the bed.

He blinked and suddenly asked, "My wife... shall I help you?"

The girl stopped and looked at him blankly.

Just seeing the bed, Mofa's winding beauty covered her shoulders, showing a soft smile to her, a little careful and well-behaved: "I heard that the wife's dress has always been served by the husband."

Yun Xia shook his head and said in a cold voice: "I said, the wedding is not counted, you are not my husband, there is no outsider now, and there is no need to call my wife."

The pretty pupil of the teenager looked at her silently.

After a while, his eyes gleamed brightly, and he lowered his head and said softly, "...oh."

(End of this chapter)