Chapter 933

Morson came out with his arm on the wall, and it didn't seem to exert any strength.

The handsome face of the evil spirit is still pale, but the appearance of such a soft and feminine man as he is like Liu Fufeng adds some charm that I still feel pity for.

Although, I still feel pity, is used to describe women.

However, Song Xi felt that it could not be more suitable for morsen at this time.

He seems to have just experienced something very painful, not only pale face, even that sexy thin lips, but also completely white.

Not only that, his forehead, but also exuded sweat beads.

To tell you the truth, this is the first time Song Xi saw him sweating.

Even if the last time there was no anesthesia on the direct suture, he did not see a stuffy hum, not to mention the pain will sweat.

You can imagine how much pain he had just experienced.

Song Xi ran to help him.

"Morson, are you all right?"

Morson waved his hand and gave her a light smile, comforting her and trying to calm her down.

Song Xi helped him to sit on the sofa, and quickly took out a paper towel to wipe his sweat. While wiping the sweat, he could not help feeling heartache and said: "if you change back next time, I don't think you should take medicine. I don't care. I think you are so miserable, and I don't feel comfortable."

Hearing her nagging, Morson couldn't help but hold up her hand to wipe his sweat. "I'm really OK. Don't worry."

Song Xi simply put her hand down, "I'm not worried. I'm afraid you'll hang up accidentally. I'll be in trouble."

Morson knew that she was a dead duck and said nothing more.

"Are you hungry? Why don't I make something to eat? "

I got up early in the morning and made these things happen. It seems that I haven't eaten yet.

"I'm not hungry," he said, shaking his head. Since her biggest secret has been known to her, he doesn't mind her knowing a little more. "Actually, I eat very little."

"Small?" Song Xi couldn't help repeating it, and then looked at him suspiciously, "how small can it be?"

"One meal a day, maybe a bowl of rice."

Song Xi was shocked.

This is a person, eat a bowl of rice every day!

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It seems that they are not people.

Song Xi silently recalled the scene of the two of them having dinner together in the past. It seemed that he really didn't eat much.

Most of the time, she was eating a lot, so she didn't notice whether he ate or not.

When he finished his meal and looked at his bowl, his bowl was always too clean.

She remembered that she had once teased him about whether he had licked the bowl after dinner. It was so clean that there was no need to wash it.

Dare you, people mean it at all. They don't eat much. No wonder the bowl is so clean.

Then Song Xi recalled that she ate like a pig in front of him.

All of a sudden, the whole thing is bad.

There is no harm without comparison.

She is a woman, a delicate woman, actually more than a man's food n plus double. This feeling is really delicate.

However, in another way of thinking, people are not human beings. Naturally, people can not be measured by the standards of human beings.

With such a thought, Song Xi's heart is balanced.

Still, she was surprised by his tiny stomach.

"What brother," Song Kui patted Mo Sen on the shoulder, "can you tell me, with your delicate stomach capacity, how to support you so big?"

Isn't it malnutrition?

Mohsen: "what do you mean

This woman is stupid again.

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