Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

"Meow..." There was a rush of voices.

Yanyi people look at the past. Phoebe's round blue eyes look at her directly.

Unwilling to walk, Phoebe still kept calling. At this time, Chu Huaijin's voice came from the bathroom: "what's the matter with Phoebe?"

Yan Yiren looked bad, immediately raised his voice back to him: "nothing, Phoebe is very good!"

In fact, it's not the case. Phoebe still cried all the time. She didn't stop at all. Yanyi thought about it. She seemed to see Chu Huaijin tickling Phoebe. She still remembered her actions.

Hesitant, hesitant to extend his hand, gently touched Phoebe's head, Phoebe enjoyed squinting up the beautiful round eyes, ears down a little bit.

Yanyi tries to hook his chin with his index finger again. Phoebe mews happily, with a small voice, like playing coquettish.

Phoebe was not as hard to serve as he thought. The nervous tension of Yanyi people also relaxed.

Lie on the edge of the bed, head on an arm, one hand gently to Phoebe Shun Mao.

One man, one cat, a strange harmony.

The head is drowsy, and the movements of Yanyi's hands are more and more slow. Finally, they droop down from Phoebe's head and stop moving.

"Meow..." Phoebe opened her eyes, walked slowly to the Yani, and touched her face with her claws.

No response.

Phoebe made two turns, curled up on her arm, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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The bathroom door opened and Chu Huaijin came out with long legs in her bathrobe.

The action of wiping hair, deep eyes, eyes fixed on the bed.

Yanyi sits on the carpet, lying on the edge of the bed, with an arm resting on his head and an extended arm pressed by Phoebe.

She fell asleep, the flashing eyes, quietly dozing off, thick lashes, like a baby, make people pity.

Phoebe curled up in a ball, pressed it on her arm, sleeping soundly, snoring softly, even and long.

"Oh." A chuckle, from the sexual sense of thin lips overflow.

Occupying his bed, she was sleeping soundly. Chu Huaijin walked over and tried to carry her away. Looking at the woman lying on the edge of the bed, she suddenly had no way to start.

Move her and Phoebe will wake up.

When yan'i people sleep in a daze, they have a sudden pain in their face, which is very painful.

She "hissed" and tried to open her eyes, but her head mixed with swelling pain and she had no strength at all.

In her ear, someone was talking in a bad voice. She didn't hear what she said.

That one silk reason, immediately ran again, fell into deep sleep.

Later in the middle of the night, Yanyi people felt cold, and their bodies were numb because they kept the same posture for a long time and their blood was blocked.

She moved, Phoebe woke up and called, Yanyi people felt a fluffy group, warm, and then fished into the arms to draw warmth.

Phoebe's body was stiff, and the hair on her neck stood up. After a while, she relaxed and went on sleeping.

The next morning, Yanyi woke up.

The head is still very painful. She covers her head and feels that it was the headache caused by her hair sticking up before it was dry yesterday.

When she opened her eyes, she put on a pair of round cat eyes. She shrank back and said, "Why are you here?"

Phoebe yawned, stood up, and walked unsteadily, like a drunk cat.

"Awake?" A low, hoarse voice sounded.

There was a trace of exhaustion and fire in the voice.

Yanyi people rubbed their numb legs and looked at them in a voice