They are divorced, and he and Xiao Qingmei are all going to be fathers!

"You..." Tang Muxia looked at the slender figure lying at the end of the bed.

I was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

“I’m human too.”

What he meant was that he also needed to sleep normally.

Moreover, the continuous coldness made him feel a little uncomfortable and he needed to sleep quality.

Tang Muxia couldn't speak for a moment.

She sat there stupidly, not daring to move, just watching him lying down.

Di Ting's head hurts a little, and the air conditioning is too high, making it even more uncomfortable.

Try to relieve this discomfort by sleeping.

"Do you want to find some cold medicine for you? Your voice has changed."

If he had a cold, would the two of them be so close to her?

"I can't die." Di Tingye closed his eyes and replied indifferently.

"Oh." Tang Muxia pursed her mouth and didn't continue, but she didn't dare to lie down.

The quiet atmosphere lasted for a while.

Tang Muxia turned off the bedside lamp.

"You are there, don't touch me when you sleep, or you will continue to sleep on the floor tomorrow."

The bed is large, but the quilt is limited.

If there is something in the middle to separate it, the quilt will not be enough to cover it.

Tang Muxia was afraid that he would go back and forthright, so he had to speak up and threaten.

But that little tits are not at all threatening.

"I'll tell you this too."

Tang Muxia:??

She frowned and looked at his figure, lay down with her back to him.

If he can't do it, she won't be soft-hearted tomorrow!

The bed was very big, but the two of them kept a distance between the two ends of the quilt, and one person could lie down in the middle.

With the quilt, it's not that cold.

But the cold air was poured from the middle of the quilt, and the body was no longer cold, and the back, shoulders and neck were extremely cold.

Tang Muxia whispered, from curling up to lying flat.

Without that biting chill, it's still not enough, it's still a little cold...

Di Ting sleeps at night like others, very calm.

The movement is not very large.

I don't know if it's a headache or something, but he slept a little deeper.

But it's not unconscious.

A man who has always been used to sleeping on his own feels that he will be hit twice on his legs and stomach from time to time... the force is soft, like a restless kitten.

He ignored it.

But when a soft thing is pasted, the man slowly opened his eyes in the night.

"Tang Muxia, what are you doing when you hold me?" Di Tingye grabbed the little hand that was holding his waist and prepared to take it away.

"Uh... so cold."

Tang Muxia was originally a cold-fearing constitution. In her sleep, she felt like she was holding a stove, which was warm. At first, she just met her, but then she just pulled her up like a koala.

She is also petite and delicate, and she is close to Di Tingye, making her look like a little doll.

The contrast in body shape looks more plundering.

Tang Muxia didn't know that Di Tingye took her little paw away, and she muttered coquettishly, rubbing obediently on his arm.

Soft can overcome hardness.

That's right.

Di Tingye's cold and hard heart melted inexplicably at this moment.

Forget it, let her go.

Furthermore, this little thing is soft and has no weight.

Di Ting lay down and didn't move, allowing Tang Muxia to hold him.

It was almost ten degrees nights, and it was not that difficult to endure later.

On the contrary, Tang Muxia slept soundly.

In the dream, she hugged the male god. The male god was fragrant and safe, and like on TV, her muscles felt great!

Tang Muxia laughed twice.

"Tang Muxia, have you touched enough?"

At six o'clock, Di Ting woke up at night.

After sleeping for a few hours, the headache was slightly relieved.

But... he really couldn't sleep anymore.

The whole body was touched so hard that the little claws were back and forth in his clothes.

He is a man, not a saint!

Tang Muxia is still in her dream, dreaming of an idol male god.

I liked it for so many years, and finally dreamed of it, but she was dissatisfied with it so dissatisfied: "What's wrong with touching it?"

The humming sound was a bit dissatisfied.

Di Tingye: "..."

In the early morning, the temperature was still a little low.

Di Tingye was hot all over.

Unlike in the past, this time there are indeed people around you like this.

"Tang Muxia, what are you dreaming about spring and autumn!" Di Tingye pulled out the little hand from his clothes.

"Um..." Tang Muxia muttered dissatisfiedly.

The little head is a Di Tingye's arm arches!

The cold-faced King of Hell couldn't resist the kitten acting cute.

"Tang Muxia!" Di Tingye called her in a deep voice.

His voice is already so low and hoarse.

The breathing is all the rhythm.

After Tang Muxia fell asleep, she was a little cautious in the first half of the night.

I fell asleep in a deep sleep and was no longer wary.

Suddenly, my face was pinched to ache.

Tang Muxia's little face immediately wrinkled and her breasts snorted.

Not awake.

Still not awake.

Di Ting obeyed this guy at night.

"Tang Muxia, touch it again, I will pinch you to cry!"

Tang Muxia opened her eyes in a daze.

Originally, I was a little sleepy, but when I opened my eyes, I saw an enlarged version of Di Tingye.

Tang Muxia blinked again.

It’s not that I read it wrong, but that I’m very sleepy and can’t open my eyes completely!

"Emperor... Tingye, why don't you let me sleep?" Tang Muxia was a little angry.

Not coming back to his senses.

very good!
To be continued...