Seeing that she stopped crying, Meng Xuan pulled over a water robe and put it on, laying down on the outside, the wine dispersed, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. A quilt slanting in the middle of him and her, both of them do not cover, so the stalemate for a while, Meng Xuan pulled over the quilt to cover himself first, cover for a while, to take the quilt to wrap the person next to him. Who knows that the little person is a twisted, temper, more than a small child, her pair of small ...