This night, Rong pet slept very uneasy.

Feng Yuxi's male clear breath ran into her nose, making her already restless heart more and more abnormal.

After midnight, she was too sleepy to open her eyes, so she fell asleep.

Rong Chong'er has been sleeping in all directions since childhood, especially not a lady. Luo Anning has been depressed for a long time. Who inherited the girl's sleeping appearance.

Rong Shao is proud of this. His daughter is not confined to mud. Sleeping is just how comfortable she should be. Whatever she does, she can be comfortable!

At this time, Rong Chong'er has been like an octopus, bullying Feng Yuxi with both hands and feet.

Feng Yuxi slept lightly and finally fell asleep. As soon as she turned over, he would wake up. The weight came from her body. One of her pet's legs was on his leg, and her slender pen crossed his chest. Her head was next to his shoulder, and her mouth was slightly pouted. She was very naive.

Feng Yuxi smiled and raised his hand to turn off the wall lamp. Just a moment later, Rong Chong'er uttered a disgruntled nonsense and held him in his arms.

This time, Feng Yuxi's smile on her lips rose more and more.

I can see that I am in a very good mood and have not been disturbed by any sleepy mood when I wake up.

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The next day.

Rong Chong'er was full of sleep. Youyou opened his eyes and yawned gracefully. Just halfway through the yawn, his eyes were completely open. When he saw the handsome face close at hand, he was scared to stop moving!

Feather, feather tin, how can you sleep in her bed?

No, no, it seems that she invited him up last night.

But why did she hold Yuxi?!

Why did she depend almost all on him?!

In front of the scene, Feng Yuxi slept straight, and her whole body depended on him... It was terrible.

This look, we know that she is taking advantage of Yuxi!

Rong Chong'er's brain hasn't reacted yet. His body took the lead in responding. He swished back and rolled twice to the bedside. He quickly turned over and got out of bed. The cat hasn't run out two steps yet. Behind him, Feng Yuxi woke up

"Good morning, darling." The voice was hoarse with a wake-up.

Rong pet's face was sad. He was ashamed and ashamed in his heart. He said low, "Yuxi, good morning."

With that, he rushed into the bathroom without looking back.

Looking at her back, Feng Yuxi turned sideways, buried his face in her pillow and smiled heavily.

In the bathroom, Rong Chong'er, who washed well, did some psychological construction in front of the mirror before opening the door and going out.

Who can control sleeping behavior, can't they?

Yuxi is so smart that she must understand this and won't make fun of her!

When I opened the door, I saw Feng Yuxi standing there, waiting for her.

He changed his nightgown, wearing a white shirt and khaki pants. The soft slippers on his feet are the same as hers, but his is white and hers is pink.

Rong Chong'er does not deny that she likes to see boys wear shirts, especially the boys who wear white shirts with temperament and noble, she prefers them.

Perhaps she has seen too many children playing across the campus, wearing flamboyant pink shirts, exaggerated broken pants and shoes full of rivets. Those people or punk or hip-hop style are not what she likes. What she likes is always the boys who can wear the simplest colors with the most superior air.

Clean, simple and calm.