Indulge in the last 10000 days: the corpse king strongly spoils his wife

Xiahou Huan'er nodded hastily: "Rest, I'll rest right away."

"Close your eyes."

One command from him, one action from her, slander: a black-bellied beast.

He seemed to be satisfied with her cooperation, and with his slender fingers, he buttoned the buttons she hadn't had time to button, and helped her cover the quilt.

Nervous for a while, she quietly opened a slit, but was frightened by his fierce staring eyes and quickly closed it.

Damn, in such a tense atmosphere, it's only ghosts that she can sleep, she's depressed.

She said tentatively: "In this way, it's hard for me to fall asleep."

Dongfang Xing hummed lightly, and the cold breath approached immediately.

She quickly opened her eyes, put her palms on his approaching chest, and said with a smirk, "I mean, you can do something else to put me to sleep."

Dongfang Xing stared at her with squinted eyes: "Is there anything better than fucking you?"

Countless black lines descended from Xiahou Huan'er's face: "I'm a wounded patient, do you want me to make more wounds?"

Damn, beast, don't you have anything else to do besides animal nature?

After staring at her for a while, he said slowly, "Say."

"You can sing to relax me." His voice was deep and mellow, which was perfect for singing a lullaby. Xia Hou Huan'er looked at him eagerly.

He looked at her coldly, and said haughtily, "It's a beautiful idea."

Xiahou Huan'er's face darkened, and she said patiently, "You can still tell stories."

His eyes sank, and he said coldly, "There is no story to tell."

Xiahou Huaner became angry: "Fuck, who are you lying to? You lived for more than 500 years and ate more salt than I eat rice. You must have experienced many things, tell me."

Dongfang Xing's face froze suddenly, his eyes dimmed, he straightened up, turned around, and left without saying a word.

The tall and steep back reveals a touch of aloofness and desolation.

Xiahou Huan'er regretted it, she poked him in a sore spot on the spur of the moment.

These 500 years were pain he was unwilling to face.

She jumped out of bed and followed behind him quietly.

He walked slowly to the river outside the village, staring at the endless river, standing with his hands behind his back.

Xiahou Huan'er hid behind the tree, looked at his back, felt a little distressed, he was burdened too much, I really hoped that I could share some of it for him.

A cold voice broke through the air: "Come out."

Was discovered.

In fact, he noticed it from the very beginning, and deliberately slowed down to let her follow.

Xiahou Huan'er touched his nose without hiding it, came out from behind the tree, came to his side, pointed at the flowing river water, pretending to be deep: "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns, worrying about it Things like a torrential river, will eventually flow away, will eventually pass away, in life, unsatisfactory things, nine out of ten, why not enjoy yourself in time, hehe, Master Xing, don’t you think so?”

She seldom comforts others, so this time she quoted scriptures to comfort him, which is not bad.

Dongfang Xing looked at her sideways, and frowned, the big things, in front of her, can be turned into small things like sesame and mung beans.

Was her optimism a natural?

This man can't even laugh when he tickles.

Xiahou Huan'er touched her nose, rolled her eyes, went to the willow tree, and cut off a willow branch.

Using willow branches as swords, she dances by the riverside. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and was the lead dancer of the school team's dance troupe when she was in school.

Even without gorgeous dance clothes, you can dance beautifully with boundless charm.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.