Fang Chixia recently did not have a flower arrangement in the room. He groaned, and the closed eyelids trembled slightly, and her eyes slammed open.

Into the purpose is a sea of ​​roses.

The entire room has carpets and the entire bed is.

It was densely covered with petals, and it was like a petal. It was like a petal, and it was like a rose carpet.

The line of sight followed the one inch and one inch walk of the room, and Fang Chi Xia’s eyes were stagnant.

The morning breeze slowly entered, and the aroma of the rose in the room seemed to be more intense.

The full house full of roses, reflecting the dawn of the morning, is as eye-catching as the white and white waves swept by the sea breeze, spreading in layers, into the eyes, a fragrance.

Woke up and blossomed everywhere.

Fang Chi Xia Jingjing stared at the full house of roses and looked at it. The line of sight turned stiff and turned to the bathroom in the room.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and Luo Yibei apparently had not left.

The sound is not big, it’s lazy, it seems to be taking a morning bath.

After a minute or two, the sound of the water slowly stopped.

Luo Yibei wrapped in a bath towel and walked out from the inside. The towel in his hand wiped the wet hair freely. He looked at her side and saw her waking up. She greeted her with a sigh of relief. "Early!"

A faint greeting, with his natural magnetic voice, tender bones.

"Early." Fang Chi Xia opened the bed and pulled him out of the bathroom, and he replaced him and went inside.

Change clothes, wash, and she stayed there for a long time.

When I came out, I was surprised to find that Luo Yibei was still there.

The long body is lazy and leaning against the sofa. He seems to be waiting for her.

When she saw her coming out, she pointed to the position around her. He asked me faintly, "Come here!"

Fang Chi Xia took a few seconds and walked toward him in a few steps.

Just approaching, Luo Yibei suddenly stretched his arms, and took her into her arms, pressed her to sit on her lap, and took the clothes placed next to her.

A new set of dresses, two-piece, bright lemon yellow, warm and fresh and energetic.

I took the clothes and looked at her side. He raised his hand and solved the sheets on her body.

His movements are not as rude as doing those things every night, like toys that are favored in the palm of his hand. The movements are lazy, but inadvertently, they reveal a little gentleness.

"I will come by myself!" Fang Chixia was somewhat uncomfortable. He raised his arm and wanted to stop in front of him. Luo Yibei buckled her wrist and pulled her hand away.

"I have seen it for six years. What else has I not seen?" The scornful tone was full of serious disdain for her behavior.

Fang Chixia’s body in his arms was stiff and his face was slightly solidified.

Luo Yibei did not feel that what he had just said was wrong, and he was still skilled in helping her change clothes.

His movements were as skilled as how many times he had done this, holding his shirt, pulling her hand into it, and then wearing a skirt.

This morning, all his movements are gentle.

Gentle, let Fang Chi Xia a bit weird.

Luo Yibei completely ignored her eyes, helped her to put on her clothes, arranged it, and stared at her. He seemed to be satisfied, stood up and took her hand downstairs.

"What do you like for breakfast? Chinese food? Western food? Southeast Asia?" came to the table, helped her open the chair, pressed her to sit down, and he snorted.