Her heart will be fragile, and she will want someone to comfort her with soft words.

A dark shadow pressed down. The next second, her head was buckled and her slightly cool lips stuck to her.

Wu Xuewei is petrified!

After a shallow kiss, Feng churui straightened up and pointed her lips with his fingertips: "this is bullying you, understand?"

Wu Xuewei was still stunned and couldn't return to her mind. Feng churui simply sat beside her and began to take off her nightgown. Anyway, it was not the first time to take off her clothes. Looking at the crisscross scars on her fair skin, her heart was overwhelmed and tightened a few times, so she stained her cleaned hands with ointment and gently smeared it on her scars.

Unable to hold her strength, she shrunk. He asked, "it hurts?"

Wu Xuewei was awkward and hesitated.

"Then I'll be gentle." He smiled softly, and his strength was really light. He applied ointment and blew it to her.

From the back, to the waist, and then to the front, I can't avoid facing her face-to-face... I saw her full and round * * * *.

Knowing that she would be embarrassed, she turned aside early in the morning and closed her eyes.

Therefore, she didn't see that when the man's eyes were fixed on her pair of snow peaks, his eyes were deep and quiet.

When he applied the medicine to her, he didn't expect it to be a torment. It was not easy to finish the medicine. Feng churui left the ointment and walked out quickly, which meant he ran away.

Wu xueweila wrapped herself in her nightgown, stood up and asked, "why did you kiss me just now?"

Feng churui stopped. Is the girl's reflection arc so long? Now you know how to ask?

"Didn't you say I bullied you, so I'll show you."

Directed at his disappeared back, Wu Xuewei muttered: "I've never seen a rascal so righteous..."

That night, Feng churui didn't appear again until she went to bed.

After sleeping until midnight, Wu Xuewei woke up hungry. She ate dinner too early and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

She opened the quilt, got out of bed and came to the kitchen with light hands and feet. The dinner was eaten up and even the dishes were cleaned. She bit her fingers and moved to the refrigerator. There was no bread. There were milk, noodles, raw eggs, vegetables and meat

She can't cook. Her box of milk will drink up after wiping the straw. Touch her stomach, or what if she's hungry?

Eyes stopped on the noodles. Shouldn't it be difficult to cook noodles?

Thinking about it, Wu Xuewei is eager to take noodles, eggs, vegetables and meat, move into the kitchen, brush the pot, pour water, and prepare to cook a meal to solve food and clothing.

I thought cooking noodles should not be difficult for her as a novice in the kitchen, but she forgot that imagination is beautiful and reality is shocking.

When she wanted to open fire, she didn't have a sense of propriety. The fire almost burned the hair on her close head. When she wanted to beat eggs, she knocked the eggshell off the pot. When she took the spatula, she had to pick out the eggshell. Her hand stained with egg liquid slipped, and the spatula fell on the floor, making a ping sound. She was scared to pick it up and look around, When she found that Feng churui was not woken up by her, she collapsed her shoulders. She was relieved and wanted to cut meat. She accidentally cut the skin of her finger. It hurt so much that she covered her finger and screamed. It was a poor and sad little touch.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm scared to death!" The sudden voice frightened Wu Xuewei to hide behind, and her voice trembled.