Chapter 200: Compose a Blue Sunny Sky: Angel Wings
"Qing... Wuwu..." Jinbao looked at me at a loss, as if he was afraid of offending me.
Ever since "Silly Jinbao" met Jinbao, she has always been like a young and ignorant child. She likes to hug me coquettishly and then be ravaged by me severely.
Now, I see the hot tears in her eyes, I can't help but open my arms and hug her for the first time. It turns out that the simple hug she has been giving can find a sense of security for the heart.
"Qing..." Jinbao was hugged by me and froze in a daze.
"Jinbao, will you always bully me?" Let go of Jinbao and I "begged" "excessively"
"Okay, woohoo!" Jinbao shed tears and smiled happily at me.
"I'm sorry." I walked to that corner of the field, half-bowed, and looked at everyone apologetically.
"Sister Qing, everyone bullied me when you were away." Yaxi held my arm aggrievedly, like a child with his mother's support, and glared at Saink proudly.
"Lanqing, let me make it clear first, it's not just me!" Sainke realized his "dangerous situation" and immediately defended himself.
"Idiot, you're asking for it." I curled my lips and rolled my eyes at Xianke.
"Yu, that...I..." Walking up to Hitomi Kaguya, I lowered my head even more aggrievedly, playing with my fingers like a child admitting a mistake.
"There won't be another time." Hitomi Kaaba smiled, pushed up his bright gold-rimmed glasses, and stood up from his seat.
He suddenly opened his arms, like the wings of an angel, and hugged me gently
Oh my god! This is Yu's embrace. Why do I feel like I'm in a sea of cotton? There's warm sunshine and gentle cool breeze, so soft that it makes me want to sleep.
(Sixteen: You can even sleep in the thorns. Mouqing: You are envious! You are jealous! Sticking out your tongue)
"Bang bang..." The heartbroken voices of the girls were particularly beautiful.
"Well, it won't happen anymore." Although I can't guarantee it, but...it seems like I say this every time
Walking to the last corner of the classroom, two desks were empty. The warm orange table tops were covered with a thin layer of dust. The sunlight reflected on the windowsill glass, reflecting the silence.
Yan Yeyi is not here, could he really stay in the tomb, using the stars as his blanket and the earth as his blanket?
Sitting back on the stool, I took out a book and patted it on the desk. The fine dust immediately jumped and flew in the air.