In the morning, I don't know when the snow comes. It's rarer and colder in the cold winter.

Lin Yuan's nest is still sleeping in a dream in the warm embrace, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. The big ice in the dream came to disturb her again. The soft lips lingered around her neck, rolled over to the clavicle, and moved down.

"no, I'm so tired!" The eyes are still closed.

Mu Yixuan stopped and kissed her on the forehead. Looking at her tired face, she smiled helplessly.

"kite, let's have a baby." If he can't keep her, should the child be able to keep...