I just felt that his whole person was so shocking, as if he had some elegant aura surrounding him.
Falling in love and looking forward to it.
Suddenly, I really want to kiss him...
At this time, he was lying here quietly, his breathing was shallow and continuous, his eyebrows were stretched out, and his eyelashes were very long, covering his eyes that could talk and convey emotions. His expression was a little fragile, but he was more omnipotent.
The posture is extremely beautiful.
Zhongqing carefully stretched out her fingers, stroked his forehead slowly, and then moved it down little by little. His nose was high, and his lips were exquisite and delicate. His lips were very soft, very gentle, this
Those lips had kissed her whole body and brought her countless tremors. These lips had once told her thousands of words of love.
He slept very deeply and sweetly, and his eyelashes would move from time to time, as if he was dreaming. Zhong Qing looked at his expression, and suddenly felt that the weak hands holding her had tightened their strength, and pulled her into his arms.
, took it away ruthlessly.
He seemed to feel something, knowing that she was by his side, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He turned his head to the side, pressed it against her little head, and fell asleep again.
What did he dream about?
So sweet?
Zhong Qing looked at him with big eyes.
But I heard a small, imperceptible voice coming out.
"Qing...Xiaoqing..."
She never cried.
She has no emotions.
In addition to being afraid of her own death, she didn't care about the life or death of others.
But now, she always cries.
She lowered her eyes, her tears soaking his clothes. Her lips, trembling, kissed his skin through his clothes.
When he was asleep, he no longer had that overwhelming aura. He was very obedient, as if he knew someone was kissing him. He moved slightly, then still held the little woman in his arms, sleeping soundly.
At that moment, it was as if time was about to stop.
She seemed to be infected by him, and she gradually became sleepy. She leaned against his body and gently closed her eyes. After a while, she also fell asleep.
The years are quiet, the sun is shining brightly, and the scene inside the house is so silent.
But in such troubled times, there is such a piece of beauty.
It is said that a woman's life is like duckweed, no matter where it floats, there is no happiness, no true love, no life, no peace...
