Zerg Writer - Chapter 103

I slept very well without dreaming.

Whether it’s a dream or a nightmare, it seems that it’s not as good as a nightmare.

The feeling of silence is extremely sweet and extremely sweet, as if returning to the mother’s womb.

Why did he sleep so well… He remembered in the seemingly awake but not awake, probably because last night was too crazy.

I tried everything that I had tried before, and that I hadn’t tried before. Finally, he almost flashed his waist. The most annoying thing is that the first to tell forgiveness is actually myself! Why is Ai Chong’s physical strength so good? I didn’t see the time when it was exhausted, so angry!

After he opened his eyes, the feeling of resentment disappeared without a trace. Because, the first thing I saw was the beautiful face of Aibug sleeping.

A little bit of sunlight came through the gaps in the curtains, and it happened to spill on his full forehead and the bridge of his nose. The long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes quietly cover the eyes. His sleeping face is as innocent as a child.

Ah, how could there be such a cute baby. Pureness and desire completely occupied his heart, and he could no longer enter any other insects.

He stretched out a finger and slid it gently from his forehead to his pale pink lips. The feeling of softness and tenderness made his heart sway. Then, there was a pain in the waist.

Well, I dare not swing anymore. There is no Chinese medicine here, who can invigorate his kidneys. If you want to live a lifetime, you still have to take care of your body.

Then… just kiss you? Leaning over, kissed those thin lips that he loved so much. Just when he touched the warmth that made his heart rippling, the eyes of Love Worm opened. Suddenly, he fell into those dark, deep eyes.

But immediately, after seeing him clearly, his eyes were filled with incomparable tenderness and almost crazy love. Ai Chong smiled, with a slight smile line at the corner of her eyes. Because I just woke up, my voice was still a bit dumb, very sexy: “Baby is not sleeping anymore? What are you doing secretly?”

“Kissing my baby secretly…” The rest of the words became vague. Because the two lips are close to each other, as if they can’t be separated anymore, they become entangled.

A couple of newlyweds looked like they were about to wipe out their guns on the first morning of their wedding. Fortunately, at the last moment, Ling Xun’s reason came up, and he held down Fang Qingci.

Fang Qing pouted dissatisfiedly and looked at him: “What are you doing?”

Ling Xun’s eyes were full of doting, but the words were cruel and ruthless: “No, stop.”

Fang Qingci looked at him pitifully: “Can you continue?”

“Not good.” Ling Xun stretched out his finger and nodded his nose: “Your body can’t bear it anymore. You need to rest for a few days.”

“Come on, my body is very good…” With desires over, Fang Qingci ignored his poor sore waist.

Ling Xun turned over and gently lifted Fang Qingci off. He got up and put on his clothes, and smiled: “I want to make what you want to eat. How about the small ravioli stuffed with fresh meat and mushrooms?”

Fang Qingci looked at his ruthless love bug, kicking his legs like a frog with a belly upside down: “No, no, no, I want to eat you, don’t eat wontons…”

Ling Xun gave him a smile, shook his head helplessly, and walked out: “Then I’m going to make wontons, you lie down for a while, and when you are done, I will call you…”

Hey, as soon as he got married, he didn’t have that important anymore… Fang Qingci rolled around on the bed holding the quilt, feeling that the moment he got married, the love bug became ruthless.

He wanted to get up because of it, but the smell of wonton was so attractive, he finally got up obediently.

A small bowl of thick bones and fresh soup from the whole chicken lay in it a dozen white and tender wontons with thin skins and large fillings. Sprinkle a handful of green onion on top and drip a little sesame oil. This bowl is delicious, and the gods will not change it.

After eating a bowl of wontons, the whole stomach and intestines are in place. My mood a little bit depressed has also become very good, look at the world, how to look, how cute.

Ai Chong knows himself so well. After eating wontons, take a short break and serve a cup of hot black tea. Take a deep breath of the aroma, and feel the aroma of tea in the lungs.

Fang Qingci sat on the sofa with Erlang’s legs tilted, drinking tea while looking out the window.

There are no longer just a few simple non-flowering green plants in the courtyard. Under the window, there are a few more flowers that look like roses. There are positive reds, pinks, and bright and deep purples.

The name of this kind of flower is called Luan, in the flower language of the Zerg, it represents pure and eternal love. Because of this flower language, before getting married, Ai Chong specially brought a few plants and planted them under the windowsill.

In fact, Ling Xun didn’t know how to grow flowers, but in order to grow these flowers, he had studied them for a long time, so he was afraid that they would not be able to feed them. It looks okay now, the flowers grow quite energetic. If you take good care of this kind of flower, it will bloom undefeated throughout the year and is a very good ornamental plant.

Now, Ling Xun was standing in the courtyard, watering a few flowers and pruning branches by the way.

He is tall with long legs, long waist and narrow shoulders, with fair skin and dark hair. He wears a white shirt and rolls up his sleeves to water the flowers. Fang Qingci feels that he won’t be bored for a lifetime.

Well, it must be seen for a lifetime.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of fragrant black tea, Fang Qingci smiled.

The sun is just right, golden. The flowers are beautiful and lively.

As if sensing Fang Qingci’s line of sight, Ling Xun raised his head and looked into the window, intersecting his line of sight, and smiled involuntarily.

Love is endless.

Never change.