"wake up, it’s dawn!"

"Uncle Ling Wang … Uncle Ling …"
"Ling Feng!"
He was pushed just because she was tickling and didn’t want to wake up.
Instead of pushing him, she began to pinch him, so she pinched him on her arm. She was still thinking, "Wake up! You’re not dead! Wake up quickly!"
He could hear the panic in her voice and preferred not to move.
She frowned and her hand strength increased bit by bit, staring at his sleeping face in wonder. How could she not wake up?
He coughed heavily instead of shouting in pain, and his eyes were still closed with pain on his face.
She hurriedly let go of her eyes and stared at the boss carefully.
I woke up, but I still didn’t wake up and coughed a few times, and soon it was quiet again.
She kept staring at him all the time, and her eyes slowly shifted from her red arm to his high nose.
He climbed carefully and hesitated for a long time. After all, he reached out and twisted his nose. He really opened his mouth, but he still had a bad cough. This time, the cough was more serious, as if the whole chest was going to shake.
She naturally immediately let go and stared at him at a close distance, but she grabbed her mouth and stretched out her hand to scratch his eyelids.
It was hard to break him off, and then he gave him a heavy cough.
She looked curious, and then a little displeasure flashed in her eyes. She seemed to find something and started again. This time, her little hand just held his eyelids.
He rolled his eyes.
"Ugly," she muttered. She didn’t intend to let go.
He couldn’t bear to pretend his eyes again, but his black eyes finally turned left and right and finally came back to see her.
She gradually sank her eyes, her hands still staring at him, and her eyes became more likely to kill people.
He felt some pain in his thin eyelids, slowly pushed his hand carefully, then got up carefully, coughed a few times and smiled slightly. "You saved me?"
She looked up slowly, squinted at him, smiled and nodded "hmm"
"Thank you," he added
"You’re welcome," she answered quickly, sitting against the wall and slowly taking out the two-thirds of the baked wheat cake left in her arms. Staring at him, she bit it hard as if the only food in this hand was him.
Obviously, she was cheated. Obviously, she has rarely been cheated like this.
She has a quirk that when she is depressed, she wants to chew as hard as possible.
He was stared at with horror but protested unwillingly.
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Alfred Hitchcock Presents" The Morning After
She was fast asleep when the slightest temperature sunlight came in from the hole, and she curled up in his arms, so she could sleep more comfortably one night.
Last night, he was finally given half of the baked wheat cake on the condition that he would listen to her all the way.
He agreed without thinking for no reason.
He is awake and looking at the scene in front of him, feeling that fortunately, the sun is still shining in this position, and it seems that this girl will not find anyone and will not go back.
It’s morning and night, and he has forgotten to hurry for the date. No matter which side, the boss must have been looking for someone everywhere. He left that letter as a little joke, but this abyss is the bottom.
Looking back at the cave, the darker it gets, the deeper it is. I can’t see what’s inside. I saw several caves opposite yesterday. Are these caves ancient ruins? Or did people deliberately chisel or what animal cave?
Will Big Brother and Princess Sister really live here?
Qing Jun’s eyebrows are always frowning. Although he can’t help quarrelling with this girl, he is finally concerned about her safety.
Look down at her slender, beautiful fingers and carefully manage her messy hair. She is only six years old and doesn’t comb her hair, but her hair is soft and good.
More and more like a big brother, a little more. This girl is not easy to provoke!
I don’t know which public can hold her when I grow up.
The hand can’t help but gently pinch her pink face. Big brother must be waiting for her mother to wake up and name her himself. I don’t know what name she will call.
Dugu …
Dugu …