Chapter 677

Yang Haitao looked at her vaguely: "change pajamas."

Isn't this a matter of course?

Song Xuan was anxious: "I You must at least let me avoid it. "

Yang Haitao continued to unbutton and revealed his whole face. His voice was lazy and casual: "I don't take off completely. What are you afraid of?"

When he reached out to take off his belt, song Xuan quickly turned his back and found that his heart was pounding and his fingers were trembling.

She asked herself, song Xuan, what are you nervous about? Is it because the drunken Yang Haitao is more impressive than usual, or is it because of his strong body that you can't leave?

She swallowed her mouth and felt that she was more and more like song ran. She was a man with more connotations.

There was a rustling sound behind him. Yang Haitao was wearing his pajamas. After a while, there was no movement. Song Xuan asked, "are you ready?"

The people behind her didn't respond. Song Xuan turned her head carefully and saw Yang Haitao, barelegged, with pajamas in her hand, about to put on her.

After four eyes were handed over, song Xuan felt flustered and pointed to him and said, "you You, you, you... "

You've been for a long time and don't know what to say.

Yang Haitao looked up at her, weak and pale, smiling: "you want to see, you say it."

Song Xuan quickly turned her back and gritted her teeth: "who wants to see it?"

Yang Haitao put on his pajamas and looked at the man with his back to him with a smile: "OK, I'm ready. You can turn around now."

Song Xuan slowly turned around, and Yang Haitao found her face flushed. He joked, "what's going on in my head with such a red face?"

Song Xuan looked at him angrily: "I didn't think about anything."

Yang Haitao smiles and feels tired. He has to lie down to sleep after he has pulled over the quilt. Song Xuan stops him: "eat something and go to sleep."

Yang Haitao felt his eyes could not be opened: "tired, want to sleep."

This day, can really tired him, coupled with a cold, now just want to sleep to the end of the day.

"Eat and sleep." Song Xuan insisted.

Yang Haitao reached for the milk cup and said, "then I'll have some milk before I go to sleep."

"No, I can't drink milk on an empty stomach. I'll have some porridge first."

Yang Haitao leaned against the head of the bed, really powerless. Song Xuan sat down beside the bed, picked up the bowl, and said softly, "I'll feed you."

He reluctantly opened his eyes and laughed like a child: "good."

Song xuanhun was patient and fed him one mouthful at a time. He closed his eyes and looked tired. His eyes were dark. She knew that he was working hard, so she was more distressed. She asked him in a low voice, "is there any cold medicine at home?"

He tried to open his eyes: "I don't know. You can ask Uncle Zhong. We just moved here. I don't think so."

After that, she closed her eyes again. Song Xuan fed him a bowl of porridge and half a cup of milk. Then she took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. She took care of him and let him lie in the bed.

Under the dim yellow light, Yang Haitao frowned slightly. Song Xuan touched his face and said in a soft voice, "I'll get you some medicine. After taking the medicine, it won't hurt."

Song Xuan goes to ask Uncle Zhong, who wakes up from a deep sleep and says that there is no cold medicine, so she has to go back to her room to get the medicine.

She ran into the living room cautiously and stealthily. She opened the drawer, picked and took two boxes of medicine. As she was about to get up, she heard the voice of Wu's mother from behind her: "Xiaoxuan, what are you doing?"