Chapter 957

It seemed very uncomfortable. She pouted painfully, "woo... Good. Itching..."

Feng churui took off her clothes and saw that the wound was scabbed. Seeing that her hands were getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of fingernails scratching on her skin was getting louder and louder, he quickly grabbed her hands, "don't scratch."

It's really uncomfortable. Her hands can't scratch. Wu Xuewei is dishonest immediately. Her hands are restrained. She kicks and kicks with her legs and sobs.

When she made such a noise, the sad and poor little touch made his beautiful heart disappear in an instant. He was afraid that she would scratch the scab that had been formed. He had to lie down next to her, hold her in his arms, grab her hands, lean close to her ear and gently coax: "sleep, you won't itch when you fall asleep, be good."

This night is doomed to be difficult.

The soft and delicate body wriggled in his arms from time to time, and the unconscious random ignition made him suffer from the pain of Valley owes hope.

Finally, after midnight, she fell asleep and settled down, and he could safely close his eyes and go to sleep.

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The next day, when Wu Xuewei woke up, she was stupid.

Who can tell her what's going on?

How could Feng churui sleep beside her, and what's the matter with an arm on his stomach?

What's the matter with his chin in her shoulder socket?

God, she was drunk last night. Why does she have a feeling that he is the one who is drunk now?

Otherwise, how could he lie in the same bed with her?

If you're right, it's really her room.

The inner world has set off a storm, opened his arm across her stomach and got up carefully.

"Where are you going?" He reached out his arm, encircled her waist again and pulled her back to bed Come on.

Lying back heavily, the mattress shook, and her heart shook uneasily. Her eyes stared at the ceiling. She couldn't adapt to being so close to him when they were awake.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Feng churui was not angry. He pulled up the quilt and covered it for her. He turned over and got out of bed. When he got to the door, he stopped and turned around and said, "get up. After breakfast, I'll take you to get your hair."

Her head of yellow hair, how to see how eye-catching, or the previous natural black, so clever, Shuya.

Wu Xuewei grabbed a pinch of her hair and looked at it. "What kind of hair do you want? I think my hair style is very good now. I don't want to do it."

Feng churui held his chest with both hands. Xin's long body leaned against the door frame and looked at her with deep eyes: "do you want to get up on your own initiative, or shall I help you?"

He helps. How does he help?

Wu Xuewei threw her mouth and just wanted to say that she got up. On second thought, she was at the bottom of the valley when she heard what she heard at the door of the private room last night.

"Leave me alone. I don't need you. My business has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me?" Feng churui narrowed his eyes, straightened up, walked slowly towards her and held her jaw. She was forced to look up at him, "yes, it has nothing to do with you."

"I want your first night. It doesn't matter?" Feng churui's voice was low, and there was no fluctuation in his elegant and handsome face, but his dark eyes were particularly sharp.

Wu Xuewei broke off his hand and bit it hard. He frowned tightly, but she didn't get rid of her. For a long time, she got rid of his hand and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. She became angry with shame: "it doesn't matter. It's all none of your business! You're going to get married. What else do you care about me? Dogs and mice mind their own business!"