In the warm afternoon, the warm sun shone through the window and sprinkled on the sand in the spacious hall. There was a couple in it, and the wide navy green quilt was hanging from the sofa to the carpet below the sofa. A slender figure was wrapped in the quilt. She stretched out a small white face, and her bright smile and the charming eyes of the man were staring at her.
His face, as though he couldn't get tired of it at all, was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.
"Does it still hurt?" Night's big hand gently rubbed her soft hair and crept from the back of her head. She couldn't help but fall asleep on his thigh quietly like a kitten. She narrowed her eyes and replied, "There's a little pain."
When they went out to have lunch at noon, Gong Momo suggested eating the medicine after dinner. Nighttime was cold, but he felt distressed but he couldn't do it. Last night, he was too short-sighted to let her suffer so much.