Chapter 1822: My Brave Feather Woman 22

Qiao Yuanfei couldn't hear their conversation, but felt that she was hot all over.

It's not the same as when you have a fever, it's a kind of breathless hot, hot, as if stuffed in a stove.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyes were still dark.

You can't even touch the edge of the quilt.

While anxious, a hand stretched out, grabbed the edge of the quilt for her, and lifted the quilt away.

Her breathing became smooth for a moment, and her eyes opened dimly, just to say thank you, and seeing the person standing in front of her, he froze.

As if wondering if he hasn't woken up yet, he looked up blankly and poked at the face in front of him.

It feels so good.

Wait ... it seems true.

She drew her fingers back abruptly, and the mind in her head returned a little bit.

She was telling a story to Xiaoliu Liu.

Xiaoliu Liu also told her a lot about Fan Yu ... Finally?

She couldn't remember it. She seemed to be holding Liuliu and singing lullaby to her, singing and singing. Xiaoliu Liu never fell asleep, but she seemed to sing herself asleep.

Sleeping on Fan Yu's bed ...

Qiao Yuanfei took a breath and a carp sat up.

"You, you ... returned?"

When I realized what I was talking about, I quickly changed my mind: "Well, I didn't intentionally sleep in your bed. I just coaxed Xiaoliu ..."

Wait, what about Primary Six?

Qiao Yuanfei turned her head and glanced at her position, and found that a small glutinous rice dumpling was missing.

"Cover the quilt."

Fan Yu's low, dull voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

Qiao Yuanfei lowered his head and glanced at himself.

She just got up in such a hurry that she had forgotten that she was wearing only a men's shirt.

Almost all the legs are exposed, the button at the neckline has also jumped open two, the scenery on the chest, an unobstructed view ...

Rao Qiao Yuanfei thought she had a thick skin and couldn't help but blush.

Scratching the quilt around himself.

Hesitating to explain this situation to Fan Yu, he heard a gurgling voice on the other side of the bed.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a small hand suddenly sticking out of the bed, grabbing the quilt.

Then there was a little furry head.

There is also a small face with pink carvings and jade expressions.

Big eyes blinked, his eyes were all ignorant who just woke up, and his mouth was grieved with grievances: "Little six six fart **** pain ~"

A small glutinous rice dumpling got out of bed.

Qiao Yuanfei went back to God, instinctively hugged her, just moved, thinking that she was wearing only a white shirt, her movements froze again.

In a hesitation, Fan Yu had reached the bedside, reached out and hugged Xiaoliu Liu, who had fallen to the ground.

Check her out.

No big deal, just a small butt.

Only when they heard their voices did they wake up.

Waking up is awful.

As soon as I got on the bed, I went in along the edge of the quilt, and climbed directly into Qiao Yuanfei's arms, holding her tightly without letting go.

The small hand was like waving souls, beckoning toward Fan Yu constantly: "It's very late, Fan Yu's hurry up and go to sleep, it's comfortable to sleep with the pretty aunt!"

Qiao Yuanfei: "..."

Fan Yu: "..."

Fan Yu looked at Xiao Liuliu's small head that was constantly resting on Qiao Yuanfei's chest, but felt that a rush of blood was rushing on his own brain, and he was not consciously taut! ...