Chapter 207 Can I hug you (43)
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The man's palm fell on her waist, restrained and polite, without losing any intimacy.
He raised his lips slightly, his slender eyelashes drooping down,
The chin lightly rubbed against her cheek, gentle and concealing a bit of joy.
The gentle voice, like the gentle breeze, is right next to her ear, whispering softly, as if trying to lull her into a deeper sleep,
"Si Si, I just saw a sentence and wanted to share it with you."
"The book says that the joy of youth is clumsy and enthusiastic."
He smiled, and slowly kissed the flower tin on her forehead,
The gentleness in the bottom of the eyes seems to slow down time, stagnant in this place, no matter how difficult it is to pass by,
"I would like to add one more thing."
"The joy of youth, clumsy and passionate, and there is"
His lips were in her ear, whispering,
"It's been planned for a long time, just to be with you for the rest of my life."
The sleeping girl, her long eyelashes quivering slightly,
There is darkness in front of my eyes,
But the gentle and smiling voice in the ear, like a light kiss, slowly fell,
A breath as clear as fine snow, close at hand,
Just like that, enveloping her, almost causing huge waves in her heart lake,
She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were still heavy,
It's like being imprisoned, conscious, but hard to control.
nose tip,
The man's familiar smell seems to be able to wrap her whole heart, warm and gentle.
He just hugged her quietly like this, his lips brushed against her forehead like a falling feather,
Very light, very light, as if afraid of waking her up,
The soft touch and familiar smell are like a lullaby that lulls people into a dream,
Consciousness gradually sinks.
The light yellow of the warm tone is intertwined with the petals all over the sky,
The shattered sunlight fell on the ground, reflecting the silhouette of the petals very beautifully,
The soft outline looks hazy in the breeze,
The snow-white figure quietly wrapped the blood-filled flower demon in its arms, leaning against the tree together, bathing in the quiet posthumous posthumous afternoon.
The bird slanted through the forest, landed on the branch, and hid in the small nest, as if it couldn't bear to break the tranquility.
The light butterfly also docked quietly on the petals, motionless, as if falling into a deep sleep with the peach forest.
Everything is silent, and the petals on the ground are flying gently.
The sacred beauty like a snow lotus, her gentle eyes fell on the bright red skirt,
The pure and beautiful purple eyes were slightly bent, and they converged on that sigh like a breeze,
A person who is gentle to the bone, even in his arms, is so careful, not daring to disturb her.
Three thousand blue silks of pure ink, intertwined with the person in the arms,
The girl who fell into a deep sleep, with the faint **** Bianhua flower on her forehead, is lifelike,
It seems to be blooming quietly, exuding its fragrance,
Tempting people, having evil thoughts in their hearts, they will never recover.
When the snow-white and warm finger pulp is covered,
The flame among the flowers seems to be extinguished obediently,
Warm, restrained his aggression, full of aura.
The beauty seemed to be smiling, and his eyes slowly fell on the peach blossoms all over the sky.
The clear voice, in the constant breeze, seems to be able to dissipate with just one blow.
Between the lips and teeth, it seems to be able to express the lingering affection together,
infinite tenderness,
But it seems to be hidden, the endless tearing coldness,
When the beauty is pure white to the extreme, it is black.
"Si Si."
"What should I do to make you..."
"Forever... forever, can't you leave me?"
(end of this chapter)