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Busy these, and gave summer white phone.
"Great treasure, test how well?" Summer of white sonorous voice, coming from the other side.
"Ah, very good." She did not want to disappoint white, had to sprinkle a small lie.
"That's good. I know our family summer big treasure is certainly no problem." Xia very proud white, one look and are truly proud of.
Xia Xingchen here listening to feel particularly pleased. Although not able to participate in the assessment, but now listened to his voice, and my heart has been brushed many of gloom.
"White, lately you might want a person living in that a Mother can not go back at night to accompany you."
"why?"
"Ah ...... mother work on a business trip a few days, so you alone in the house to be good. Know what? Something you can give me a call."
"Then you take a few days?"
"This I can not determine." Depends on the circumstances of his injury recovery.
"Well, the big treasure you'll want me, right?" Summer white milk and milk sound gas, but also a bit unhappy look, "but now people have been thinking about you."
Xia Xingchen can not tell my heart just felt warm. She also was not already thinking about the little guy?
............
She took care of him, slept a wink.
Up until the day a little brighter, repeatedly confirmed his body after the fever, she finally put the heart. Deep weariness hit, she was lying in bed asleep.
White Night engine opened his eyes, his face slightly one-sided, her sleeping face to come into his own eyes.
She has been so guarded in his own bed it?
She is obviously very tired, slept soundly, white little face pressed against the back of the hand, a bit distorted, like this pair of lovely touches speechless.
White boy, and his facial features like. But the share of lovely touches and now she is very similar.
Long finger, slowly lift. Fingertips gently across her face. Soft and delicate touch, made him feel a little sense of love.
Unconsciously, joints distinct finger slid all the way from her beautiful forehead, her exquisitely delicate nose, then down ......
Pulp fell on her soft lips, slowly caress.
This last kissed her mouth, after a lapse of five years, she is still so fresh in the memory as sweet and tender.
White Night engine Mouguang ridden a bit.
At the moment, she appeared to have been quarreling, and restless made a motion, suddenly opened his eyes.
He surprised a moment. Almost at the moment is to immediately withdraw his hand. However, heavy body injury, did not react so quickly.
So ......
Waiting for her to wake up, his hand still embarrassing stopped at her lips.
Xia Xingchen sleep drowsily, he awoke feeling lips itch. Subconsciously to harass her 'things' in her power, and so wake up, it was found is actually his fingers.
Uh?
For his eyes, his face touching uncomfortable, her heart jump, quickly let go of his hand.
"I ...... how?" She pointed to his mouth and looked at his hand.
"Nothing." White Nights engine at the moment has been restored to a natural look, a touch of Road:. "James had something"
"……Oh I got it.
Xia Xingchen is fully believed, no longer care about, just leaned over, his hands affixed to the forehead.Touch is the normal body temperature, long relax, "Fortunately, no longer have a fever. Hungry? Thirsty it? I'll give you stayed up porridge, and now come to the end."
When he did not answer, she got up and went out.
White Night engine looked busy for a long time, until the door closed, she completely disappeared in the eyes, he has not drawn open line of sight. So many years, has been taking care of his maid and butler, from small to large, in addition to people around the mother, who did not really been to the kitchen for him.
Women know, most of them are as unique as Song, fingers do not stick spring water.
Elegant, ladylike, but also very boring.
I was thinking when Xia Xingchen came in carrying porridge.
She took very careful pillow to elevate some of his head slightly. Porridge scoop with a spoon.
Some hot, she took great care of the mouth blowing.
"What is this?" Asked White Nights engine, porridge aim at her hand.
"Chicken porridge. Although you usually drink and those immeasurably bird's nest soup, but I do the taste is superb." Show off cooking time, between the eyebrows quite proud.
"Is it?"
"Ah. Every white cold ah, uncomfortable, ah, I gave him the boil. There is a spirit drink up."
Put too exaggerated, but not a panacea.
However, looking at her show off the way, White Nights engine but added she did not say anything pierced.
Quite want to try the taste. Gambon also feel no appetite, now smell the smell of porridge, it will be really hungry.
"Wait a minute, I try to heat, so as not to burn yourself." Xia Xingchen like muttered to himself, subconsciously Shenshe in light licked spoon of porridge.
Lick finished, stunned for a moment.
It is doing it yourself? Usually white feeding on such feed, as a result, have become accustomed to!
Lift head, look at him, "I sometimes used to it. You wait, I went to the kitchen to give you another spoon."
She said, we have to get up.
"Hey!" White Nights engine hand, pulled her hand. She looked back at him suspiciously, he grabbed her hand holding the spoon to his own lips.
Zhang lips, mouth porridge to put that one drank clean.
Do not mind.
Then, also pretentiously reviews: "taste good."
"You got a little older ...... not it?"
White Night engine look indifferent, "and I could not even kiss a woman took, you think, I do not care about these little things too much I?"
Xia Xingchen embarrassing case. This man had been able to put the matter before was so righteous, not red face look.
However, at the moment, what is remembered and grunted: "This small thing, Mr. President not had forgotten about it, why still mention?"
"Probably it was a bomb sober."
He'd put it lightly, Xia Xingchen listening ears, his heart was twisted hurt a bit.
Feed him porridge mouth, in the end did not hold back and asked: "? It hurts"
Sound soft, gentle person can melt was like spring rain.
White Night engine at the heart jog, lift her head to see. Her gaze is distressed not spread, rubbing a pair of gentle eyes, like a dense layer of pale chiffon, can not tell fascinating.
White Night engine micro deep eyes, look set her, "You care about me?"
His voice,Also light.
hoarse.
Very sexy.
Eyes, but dyed makes heart beat faster heat.
'Course' word, Xia Xingchen almost blurted. But what suddenly realized, 'when' the word was abruptly stuck in his throat.
So for a while did not wait for an answer, he raised an eyebrow.
Then, just to hear her opening.
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