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Chapter 337: The smelly man, go away

My face hurts, but I want to give up, my heart hurts more

The pain of a slap is not enough. The Oriental White Rabbit slapped his face on the other side, and the moment the tears flowed, those crystal tears sang:

"Obviously love you, but you have to choose to give up! If you are sad, you can make love melt into the air, and there is no existence of your heart."

Reason has made the most wise choice, but how to do the tenderness of the heart? What should I do? The heart will keep up with the pace of understanding

Oriental White Rabbit Jade Hands climbed up the place just beaten on the face, feeling pain while vowing, deeply hinting:

"Oriental White Rabbit, you are the best!"

There is some decision in the bright eyes, and the determination to not stop the purpose: "You can do it, you can do it!"

Pink licked the bitter mouth, the erosion of saliva, and the pain spread. This pain is given by that person. What else has it hoped?

"Stinky man roll away! Get away! Go away!"

But when the figure, the handsome promotion, when it came into the bottom of the eyes, the eyes seemed to be absorbed by the magnet, and I couldn't turn it again.

"Love you so much, love you so much, really love you!"

Thousands of snakes appeared in my mind at the same time, penetrating her body, the horrible feeling, so clear

"But you don't love me, you don't love my soul!"

He had tortured her, and sent a serious warning deep in the bottom of his heart:

"Don't because of you again, because you affect my mood"

When the hand waved, the door was closed vigorously, and the pictures that made her shaken not to see, did not look at it, and did not look at the figure on the grassland.

"Oriental white rabbit, you must never be cheap! Your love is too cheap to be there, don't have any delusions on that man, give up! You must give up!"

Oriental White Rabbit began to work hard: I want to forget the roses in the house full of Huangcheng houses, to forget the fluorescent dresses, forget the crystal wedding dress, forget the rose garden, forget the memory of those memories in the blue demon garden in hand

I want to seal everything a little bit, but every detail is clear. Those beautiful past seems to happen in the previous second, but it is already wrong

(Dear friends, happy night!)


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