Looking at the sleeping girl, remembering what she said before, her starry eyes overflowed with tenderness.

Kiss her cheek, and finally kiss her lips.

Seeing her wound made him hold back his desire, so he kissed her to relieve it.

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The next morning, when Hua Yue got up, she felt something strange on her lips.[

When I touched it, it felt a little thick.

Turning her head and looking at the man holding her waist, she saw that his starry eyes were slightly lowered, with faint dark circles under his thick long eyelashes.

However, there was an obvious smile on her thin lips.

"You smiled like this so early in the morning. Did you do something bad last night?" Hua Yue said as her little hand couldn't help but touch her lips.

"No, you are injured. What can I do?" said a lazy voice, and Luo Chao rested his head directly on Hua Yue's shoulder.

With a little pout, the originally delicate lips became fuller and plumper. Looking at it, Luo Chao couldn't help but want to steal another kiss.

The two of them changed their clothes slowly, not forgetting to laugh and joke at the same time, like a newlywed couple, inseparable.

After everything was tidied up, Luo Chao changed the medicine on Huayue's wrist again and bandaged it.

Then he ordered the people outside the door to prepare breakfast and bring it to the house.

"Here." He took a spoonful of porridge and blew it on his lips. Luo Chao brought it to Huayue's mouth: "Eat it."

Huayue opened her small mouth and drank.

"Here." Huayue had just swallowed her porridge when she saw Luo Chao pick up another piece of cloud cake and bring it directly to her mouth: "Eat it."

Open your little mouth and Huayue eats it.

"Here." Picking up a piece of delicious pickles, Luo Chao put it to Huayue's mouth again: "Eat."

Before she could swallow the cake in her mouth, Huayue could only blink with her big eyes.

She finally swallowed it, and when she opened her mouth and was about to say something, she saw that someone had already put the pickles into her mouth.

Quickly swallowing the pickles, Huayue said: "Brother, I can do it myself!"

Lifting his starry eyes, Luo Chao said, "Your wrist is injured now. Of course, I have to serve you."

Looking at the spoon in Luo Chao's hand and the full spoonful of porridge inside, Huayue raised her left hand.[

Then she smiled mischievously: "Brother, I still have good hands. I can do it by myself."
Chapter completed!