Zhao Xiaofei is married to He Zhihang. She thought that a marriage with a suitable name would be peaceful and uneventful, but she didn't expect that her future happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy would all be determined by this man. Fortunately, she didn't lose.
Zhao Xiaofei never imagined that she was such a person, which simply went against her image of being noble, pure, and ascetic.
"Wipe your saliva, it's going to flow to the ground." As soon as she swallowed, a towel fell from the sky and covered the top of her head.
"Oh, I was too absorbed in thinking about things, so I didn't look at you." If she wanted to say that she was stunned by the man, she would never admit it.
"Oh? That's it. What were you thinking about just now?" The man who wanted to die leaned over without wearing any clothes.
"I, I'm thinking about tomorrow..." She looked at his face in front of her, getting closer and closer, her face was so red that she almost had a fever.
"What about tomorrow?" He asked bewilderingly.
Zhao Xiaofei could only think of the person in front of her. She was so confused that she couldn't think of anything else, "Oh... Don't force me anymore."
After saying that, I covered my face and really started crying. The man was stunned for a moment and couldn't think of how to comfort him, so he had to start this long night life directly.
Two lonely people no longer look like their original selves when they meet each other.
Concept: Love is never defined