Yi Jian hugged her, but felt that the person in his arms felt particularly comfortable. The corners of his lips involuntarily raised, his arms tightened, and he fell asleep lightly...
The light in the room was dim, except for a small desk lamp. The yellow light shone in the white-style room, rendering a layer of warmth and giving people an ethereal and boundless illusion.
His sleep was very light. He had always been awakened by the slightest movement. Although he was sleepy, the quality had never been good.
However, this time, he didn't know the reason, but he felt that the faint fragrance was always there when he breathed, and he slept particularly sweetly.
Love is awakened by heat.
She felt like she was being grilled in a hot stove. Her whole body was hot. She subconsciously wanted to lift the quilt, but when she stretched out her hand, she found that she couldn't move.
It was like someone was holding her tightly.
Shocked, she opened her eyes.
Her eyes were a bit hazy at first, and for a while, she couldn't tell where she was. When her vision gradually cleared, she saw a shockingly beautiful face.
He closed his eyes and breathed shallowly, just like him. It was light, like the thin air of doubt, which was not easy to detect at all, but the soft beauty exuding from his whole body made it impossible not to notice.
Such a contradictory existence may only appear in him alone.
Yi Jian remained motionless, pursed her lips, and fell asleep.
The loving eyes were all attracted to him at once and wrapped around his face.
Now, she feels that this is not like reality.
She never thought that such a person existed at this time.
Light as tea, strong as ink.
Perhaps it was because of his sleep that he no longer had the usual sense of indifference and alienation that often repels people thousands of miles away.
On the contrary, it has more softness and softness.
Zhong Qing's heartbeat is still so fast, but she is faintly not afraid of him anymore.
Her eyes looked at her carefully.
It was also the first time that she looked at him so seriously.
As she looked at it, Zhong Qing felt a little fascinated. She thought his skin was really good and she didn't know how to take care of it.
I heard that he has been on the battlefield, but with such a gentle temperament, can he be faster than a gun on the battlefield?