Chapter 441 : The girl is not good: Sleeping Beauty
His pounding heartbeat played a lullaby in my ears. I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, closed my eyes comfortably, and felt everything that belonged to him.
What should I do? I seem to be inseparable from his gentleness, but... why is there an evil grasp behind his gentleness?
It was he who gave me the courage to cry bravely. Under this eighteen-year-old sky, I no longer simply think that a person must be strong when he leaves.
Laugh bravely, cry bravely, this is how we should be eighteen years old
Huh? What's wrong with me? My whole body aches and my bones feel like they are falling apart. What kind of place is this? Isn't it a paradise built illegally?
Nor is it a mysterious forest of endless night!
It looks so familiar, the British-style buildings, the cheerful campus, and the noble and beautiful celebrities...
Wow, whose kid is this? He’s a country bumpkin! He has a round head, white-rimmed glasses, and he still wears such tacky roadside stall clothes!
What, this person is me! Go, go, go, when have I ever been so timid?
This is the opening ceremony of Holy Night! Why am I here? It’s like watching TV, no, it should be said that it’s like a soul wandering into another world.
But Walmari didn’t appear again! Could it be that I traveled through time? I’m kidding, it’s impossible. A good place to travel is, how do you travel back to the place where the nightmare started?
"Is he handsome?"
"handsome!"
"Want it?"
"I wonder if I can have it?"
In front of me, under the ancient red maple, the short shots brought back memories deep in my mind.
"Oops!" My arm suddenly felt sore. I oopped but couldn't make a sound. I felt vaguely that I was lying on the bed and dreaming.
My eyes felt like they were stuck with strong glue. I struggled to open a thin crack. I couldn't get used to the dazzling light for a while.
Squinting my eyes, I tried hard to open my eyelids
My whole body still felt like someone had beaten me violently, and the pain in my joints made it impossible for me to hold myself up.
Slowly opening her eyes, what caught her eye was the beige ceiling of Yan Ye's small house.
Am I sick? Why are I still here? Could it be that it was a dream within a dream? It’s so scary. It feels so real.
Thinking about it, I lowered my head and my eyes were attracted by the sleeping beauty in front of me.
Yan Yeyi, why did he lie in front of the bed and fall asleep? Could it be that he would let go of any opportunity to sleep with me? It’s incredible.