Bai Lu also had a dream. She dreamed that Jun Jing broke into her villa, knocked down more than 20 of her bodyguards, and then fought with her.
They were evenly matched and neither of them could beat the other.
But she is the one who decides how to cook the dish after the fish is hooked. So how to cook it?
It was dawn.
When I opened my eyes, there was no one around me.
"Jun Jing." Bai Lu called out.
The man emerged from the bathroom, still holding his still-undried underwear in his hands, with an embarrassed expression, "You're awake."
"You went to the toilet so early in the morning? Are you constipated?" Bai Lu looked a little unhappy.
When she woke up, nothing happened in her dream. She originally reached out for Jun Jing's chest, but what happened!
The hand is stretched out and the muscles are replaced by pillows?
Jun Jing hung his pants in the closet, but felt it was not private enough, so he moved them inside. Then he changed into clean clothes and returned to bed, hoping to coax his wife to sleep for a while.
Bai Lu said with a flat face, "Am I only worthy of hugging a pillow?"
Jun Jing lamely explained, "I just went to the bathroom. I was afraid you might wake up and not be able to hold anything."
"Have you washed your hands?"
Junjing:?
"Did you wash your hands after using the toilet?"
Jun Jing: ...
"I didn't go to the bathroom..."
"Then why did you go to the toilet so early in the morning? You've been holding it in for a long time, so you use the Five Finger Girl to solve the problem?" Bai Lu narrowed her eyes and looked at him scrutinizingly.
Junjing blushed.
"I don't."
Jun Jing said, taking away the pillow that he had placed next to Bai Lu and resting it under his head, "Lulu, I made love with you all night."
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