God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

Shi Ping An has always lived in a nursing home, and has not had any contact with Liu Fengying and others. Ningmeng said this because she wanted Shi Ping to take precautions against them.

After all, Shi Ping'an was killed by Liu Fengying and Yun Zhuoxing in his previous life.

After listening to Shi Ping'an, he grasped Ningmeng's hand tightly and pressed his lips tightly, his expression a little unhappy.

He knew from an early age that he was not the child of Shi Yujun and Yun Zhuoxing, and he also knew that there was no blood relationship between him and Shi Ningmeng.

He has no admiration for Yun Zhuoxing at all.

Yun Zhuoxing and Liu Fengying are strangers in his heart.

Comparing the two, it is natural that Ningmeng wants him to be much closer and trustworthy.

After Ningmeng finished speaking, he looked at Ningmeng with a deep gaze: "Then you have had a hard time all these years."

The darkness concealed the gloomy hostility of the young man.

"Nothing." Perceiving each other's concern, Ningmeng smiled briskly on her face: "Am I not smart? I'm also very smart. Okay. And the mother's will is written with the names of both of us, they If you want to get those inheritances, you have to please me before I reach adulthood. I still have a good time."

The young man pursed his lips, still a little unhappy.

His unhappiness was not directed at Ningmeng, but at himself.

For the first time, he regretted his ignorance of her.

If he was able to care about her before, when she came to play with him, care about her usual life a little bit. When she just came to play with him, keep in touch with her by communication.

Isn't that everything will be different?

Instead of being like this, he can only listen to her from her mouth, that he obviously had the opportunity, but did not participate in the past.

Ningmeng didn't know that the more she talked about the past, the lower Shi Ping'an's mood would be.

So no matter what Ningmeng explained later, Shi Ping'an's emotions still couldn't be mobilized, and the atmosphere between the two was not as brisk as before.

Ningmeng confronted Shi Ping's all kinds of hums, and finally took him back to the living room.

Shi Ping'an should have enough time to sleep every day. After the two of them walked, they went back to their rooms to take a bath.

After returning to her room, Ningmeng directly remembered Liu Fengying who had just called.

Don't fight early, don't fight late, but only after Shi Ping's kindness to her.

It ruined the good mood of the two people, it was simply too much.

Ningmeng opened the closet and took her pajamas into the bathroom.

From beginning to end, Ningmeng didn't realize that she was the victim, but the unhappy person was Shi Ping.

According to common sense, it should be time to comfort her.

The sanatorium has complete facilities, and there is a massage machine in the bathroom, where you can massage while taking a bath.

Lemon Meng took a bath, and when she came out again, she was refreshed.

She wrapped her hair in a turban and went straight to the safe room next door.

Shi'an’s movements are faster than Ningmeng. When Ningmeng came over, he was wearing a cute cow pajamas and had already taken a bath and even had his hair blown.

Ningmeng looked at him around and was slightly surprised: "Hey, you wash so fast, even your hair is blown out?"

"Yeah." Shi Ping'an replied, and the video fell on Ningmeng.

The girl who just finished bathing is wearing a cute bunny pajamas.

The exposed skin was white and tender enough to be broken by a blow, his white face was tinged with a faint pink color, and his apricot eyes were watery.

The whole person is like a delicious cake, tempting people to go up and take a bite.

Looks delicious.

It's actually more delicious.

Shi Ping'an's breath sank, and his tongue couldn't help but touched his teeth.

He woke up, then stood by the sofa and waved to Ningmeng: "Come here, I will blow your hair."

Shi Ping'an said he wanted to blow her hair!

Ningmeng opened her eyes wide in surprise, and immediately sat down for fear that he would regret it.

She has always been the only one who blows Shi'an's hair, and Shi'an has never been so proactive.

When sitting down, Ningmeng also raised her head and glanced at Shi Ping'an, and found that the other party's eyes were focused and her expression soft.

After taking a shower, it seems that all the unhappiness before Shi Ping'an was abducted by hot water and shower gel.

Ningmeng blinked and was in a great mood.

She sat on the sofa with an upright attitude, blowing her hair peacefully while waiting, just like a child in the classroom waiting for the teacher to send sugar.

Shi Ping'an came over with a hair dryer and looked at Ningmeng's well-behaved little appearance, as if a place suddenly collapsed in his heart.

The hair dryer began to work buzzingly, and Shi Ping'an was obviously serving people for the first time.

Although it was not very painful, after the hair was blown, Ningmeng's eyes could not help but turn red, and her apricot eyes seemed to have been washed by a spring rain, moisturized.

Shi Ping'an looked at her, a touch of apology and annoyance flashed across his eyes, "I hurt you."

"No. My hair is too messy and thin, and I can blow it myself." Ningmeng said quickly, then couldn't bear to raise her hand and rub her eyes.

The eye sockets were originally reddish, but after she rubbed them, they completely turned into rabbit eyes.

Shi Ping'an was still very upset, and raised his hand to gently touch her hair: "Then let's sleep."

"Now?" Ningmeng was taken aback, and even the intimate action of touching his head to kill him was ignored.

"Yeah." Shi Ping'an lied unchangingly, "I'm a little sleepy."

In fact, he missed her holding her body temperature when she came back from school this afternoon.

"Okay, let's sleep." Ningmeng subconsciously looked at the clock. It was just nine o'clock. Although she went to bed earlier than her usual time, but since Shi is sleepy, go to sleep.

Shi'an’s big bed is very large and soft, measuring two meters in size.

The light blue duvet covers on the big bed are clean and tidy.

The two of them stood by the bed and saw that Ningmeng did not move, and Shi Pingan asked, "Do you want to bring another quilt over?"

"No need, this quilt is so big, we are enough for the two of us." Ningmeng spoke subconsciously, and then after speaking, she paused and turned to look at Shi Ping An: "Do you mind having a bed with me?"

"I like it." Shi Ping'an has a smile in his eyes, and his expression is soft.

Not only did he like it, but he couldn't ask for it.

Ningmeng was wearing pajamas, and she just opened the quilt and lay on it directly.

After Ningmeng fell asleep, Shi Pingan turned off the wall lamp, leaving only a dim bed lamp.

Shi Ping'an glanced at Ningmeng who was lying down, and opened the quilt to lie down.

But when he was lying down, he was very careless and quietly pushed his pillow towards Ningmeng.

Then when he lay down, his limbs directly touched Ningmeng.

Ningmeng didn’t react much, and even followed his arm all the way down to touch the hand that was safe when he touched. Seeing that his hand was as cold as jade, she turned to face him, and put his hand completely. Wrapped in hands.

Shi Ping'an lowered his eyes and looked at Ningmeng's profile face under the light with soft eyes.

After Ping An warmed one hand while helping, Ningmeng asked him to stretch out his other hand again and warmed his hand in the same way.

After Shi Ping'an's hands warmed, Ningmeng let him go.

"Go to sleep." Shi Ping'an whispered.

Ningmeng nodded in a daze, rubbing against the pillow.

When she first lay down, Ningmeng discovered that this pillow exudes a faint scent, which not only smells good, but also has a soothing and hypnotic effect.

When she warmed her hands to Shi Ping'an, Ningmeng had already brewed sleepiness, and then breathing a light fragrance, Ningmeng quickly fell asleep, and her breathing became even and long.

The night is deep.

Shi Ping An slept next to her, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, without the slightest sleepiness in his eyes.

After noticing that Ningmeng was asleep, he raised his hand to turn off the bed light, making Ningmeng sleep more deeply.

After a while, he turned his head and looked at the person in front of him intently, even if she was just a shadow in front of him.

At this moment, he looked at Ningmeng's gaze, which was far more gentle than his gaze at her during the day, even with a trace of silk.

It was entirely the look in the eyes of a young man looking at his sweetheart.

Shi Ping'an turned over gently, facing Ningmeng, then stretched out his hand and slowly took the other party into his arms.

With a person in his arms, not only did he gain a warmth tonight, but his heart, which had been empty and cold for many years, was also filled in this instant.

Shi Ping'an is not a person who likes to be horny.

It was his fault for ignoring her before.

He can't let time go back in time, but he can create it with his current behavior.

Ignoring her before, then he will double to compensate her in the future.

As long as she can stay by his side.

Shi Ping'an hugged Ningmeng tightly and closed his eyes.

Ningmeng had a dream, that she had a lot of cats.

The cat acted like a baby in her arms, and she was very happy to lick the cat.

Then, not knowing what was going on, the kitten in his arms suddenly swelled and turned into a big cat bigger than a human.

But fortunately, its appearance is still hairy and cute, and then it spoils her with a probe, but it directly presses her under its body.

Ningmeng wanted to crawl out from under it, but it thought that Ningmeng was playing games with it. Not only did she raise her claws and pressed Ningmeng to prevent her from leaving, but she also stuck her pink tongue on her face and neck. Licking, leaving a piece of warmth and dampness on her face and neck.

It kept rubbing her head against her, and the breath in her nose sprayed all over her body.

However, how can this feeling be so real?

Ningmeng frowned, opened her eyes in a daze, and then saw a white face.

Shi Ping'an's head is only a few minutes away from her, and all the breath he exhales is sprayed on her neck.

No wonder she feels so real.

Ning Meng moved, but later realized that she seemed to be unable to move.

Shi Ping'an, like a koala, not only hugged her tightly with his hands, but also surrounded her domineeringly with his feet, completely confining Ning Meng's whole person in his arms.