On the verge of widowhood

Bai Zi appeared on the bed in a flash, her arms were connected, and she hugged Bai Qing into her arms.

"What's wrong with Qingqing?"

"..."

Bai Qing glanced at him, the sleepy bug had run away long ago but didn't want to get up, so he silently reached out and grabbed Bai Zi's shirt to prevent him from disappearing again, his body stuck to it automatically and continued to lie with his eyes closed.

Sure enough, the heat source is still by your side.

Bai Zi hesitated to speak to Bai Qing who was huddled in his arms, and finally said hesitantly: "Qingqing..."

If you don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

"Qingqing..."

Bai Zi lowered her head and rubbed his forehead with the tip of her nose.

If you don't look or look, you bastard lay eggs.

"Qingqing...the fried eggs in the pan are going to be mushy."

Bai Qing:? ? ?

How come fried eggs are more important than sleeping with me? !