Chapter 2183 Soul (18)
Mixed with a strong local accent, it came from the small window.
The sound spread to the quiet bedroom, and the sound could not be blocked.
I can only pull up the quilt, cover my ears, and ignore it.
Close your eyes and hum from time to time.
Feeling very sleepy.
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It was just dawn, and the slightly open wooden window in the bedroom was gently closed.
Thin, clean, pale hands with slender knuckles and round fingertips.
The childlike soft flesh has faded away, and the beautiful bone shape is perfectly displayed.
Although she is still immature, she still has a desolate youthful air.
But the figure standing by the window is no longer as small as yesterday.
Slender and tall, with a clean boyish figure.
Although it is not very tall, it is at least 1.5 meters.
Wearing ill-fitting white pajamas, and slippers that fit a lot.
He stood by the window, closed the window gently, and covered it with a thin layer of white mist.
The layer of white mist seemed to have magical powers, and it was able to isolate the noisy sounds outside in an instant.
Can't hear anything, only the slight cat-like breathing in the room can be heard.
It came from the bed, she was still awake.
And he, and he, stayed up all night.
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The thin and cold boy standing by the window has all white pupils.
It was empty, and under the light from the window, it looked like the glistening bones of a dead person, as if it could ooze out disgusting pus, rotten maggots, and that sinister poison.
Extremely strange shivering.
Even his pleasing desolate demeanor couldn't stop the strange whiteness of his eyes.
is poisonous, vicious.
It gives people the feeling that they cannot get close.
Must back off, fearful.
He closed the window, turned around, and his strange eyes fell on the bed.
The pure white strange pattern on the left cheek was slightly cold.
stretch, spread.
As if consciously, it covered half of his left face.
White mist emerged from his body.
On the bed, the person who was still asleep did not know that a mop bottle was missing on the bed.
Because of sleepiness, she unconsciously turned sideways and hugged the other oil bottle that was reluctant to get up.
After finally being able to monopolize her, he was naturally unwilling to let her go.
Even though he was a little older, he was still tightly clinging to her arms, clinging to her.
I wish I could stuff it all into her arms, and completely monopolize her breath.
An inch does not matter.
The soft and cold hair was attached to her neck, and the temperatureless body was drawn into her embrace.
She fell asleep, her consciousness was heavy, but she still knew to hug him.
Close your eyes and hum a few times from time to time.
Xiaoxiao softly, as if whispering.
The shoulder straps of the loose nightdress were half slipped, revealing the beautiful white collarbone.
It was all bitten by him.
They are all printed, red, with traces everywhere, and they are bullied so miserably.
The cold boy standing by the window watched calmly and indifferently.
Fighting with him all night, overtly and secretly, until now, for some reason, he gave up.
was willing to give her up to him completely.
The certain oil bottle that was holding her tightly was stupid and couldn't figure out why.
He only knows that she is completely his after all, and he must guard it carefully, and don't allow others to **** her.
Especially him.
Absolutely no snatching.
She's his.
(end of this chapter)