Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 448

Although the words were a bit false, but fortunately there was no note on the phone number, Dennis should not have guessed that it was Hank.

Fortunately, he also asked a lot of questions, just put his arms around me and said in a gentle voice, "Go take a bath and go to bed earlier!"

I nodded, threw my phone aside, and went into the bathroom.

When I came out, Dennis was already on the bed, and the wound on his back was almost healed. I wiped my hair, climbed onto the bed, and took the book from him.

Approaching him, he said, "Don't read on the bed, the bed is the place to sleep."

He looked sideways, and a pair of cold eyes fell on my face. Looking at him from such a close distance, his eyes were deep, his nose was high, and his thin lips were cold.

Continuing on, I couldn't help swallowing, feeling a little dry in my throat, looked away, coughed, "Go to bed early!"

Retracting into the quilt, listening to him turn off the lights and lie on the bed, I always feel a little hot.

He was suddenly hugged by him, approached him, and smelled the aroma on his body. He didn't seem to have smoked recently, and the smell on his body was very good.

"Fu... "I leaned against his arms with a taut body, and said subconsciously, "Dennis, are you quitting smoking?"

He approached me, reached out and raised my chin slightly, and then the weak light outside the window, I can still see his handsome features and dark eyes.

"How long have we been gone?"he said, his voice magnetic and sultry.

I lost my mind for a moment, looked at him blankly, and hummed in hindsight.

It was only when he realized what he said, his face became hot, he looked at him, and said in a low voice, "Can you?"

the next day.

City P was wrapped in silver, the north wind was blowing, it was freezing to the bone, and I woke up still in Dennis' arms.

When he opened his eyes, he was fast asleep, with sword-brows and star-shaped eyes. When he was a child, he liked to read martial arts novels.

When he woke up, his eyes met, I was a little surprised, I was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "You are awake!"

He hummed, his voice was low and magnetic, and he put his arms around me, "It's snowing, get some more sleep."

I nodded, but couldn't fall asleep, looked at the ceiling and thought, if I can see him every day when I wake up in the morning, it should be something to look forward to.

When I woke up, I couldn't lie down, I got up, I felt sleepy, and the children's laughter came from downstairs.

It was Clarie, I couldn't help but walk to the balcony to look, and saw that she was having a snowball fight with Yara, one old and one young, and there seemed to be some differences in their actions. The two were wrapped in thick down jackets, and they were throwing snowballs that were not so round. lost each other.

Occasionally I can hit the opponent, and I can't help laughing, but at that time, it was very rare. Most of the time, the opponent was dodged, or the ball fell into the snow before it hit the opponent.

Behind him, Dennis got up, put his arms around me and looked at me for a while, then leaned into my ear and said, "Want to play?"

I nodded and pushed him back, "Go wash your face, let's go down and play together."

He smiled lightly and went into the bathroom. I ran to the cloakroom to look for clothes. When I passed by the bed, I couldn't help raising my hand to lift the quilt.

It seems to be the same as imagined, bleeding again, not menstruation, but blood.