"I can't stay in bed all the time. The doctor said that I could walk properly. You don't even want to hold me now."

In the end, Chu Mo's eyebrows were stained with a little helplessness and looked pitiful.

Lu Xiaoxiao's eyebrows, that is, when he disappears in a day, the man in front of him becomes a different person.

Rao is so satisfied with this kind of ink.

"I didn't say let you hold it, just hold it, come on."

In the end, Lu Xiaoxiao went straight forward, avoided the wound of ink, and buried his whole head in his chest. After a long time, he sighed helplessly, seemingly...