The next day, the waist ached and back ached to get up. This seemed to have become a regular meal. Looking at the refreshing man on the table, he looked up to heaven and sighed: Why is it so unfair? It's him who worked hard and why is I tired.

"What are you staring at, silly woman?" Fu Zhimei could feel my sight without looking up.

"No, eat!" Or bury your head in the meal. This man can't fight him either in his mouth or in his bed. Forget it.

Fu Zhimei stopped, raised my chin and looked into my eyes.'Eyes are so big, you're white?'

slapped his paw and...