You can pick and throw away the flowers in the garden at will!
However, I have worked hard to cultivate myself and have been willing to pick it casually?
Everyone has the softest secret in their hearts.
Even the cold God of War is no exception.
He had never understood this before, nor had he known this so-called weakness - is it such a night? Or is it such a moonlight? Is it her little body or the back of the gauze girl?
Her back!
He was passionate and passionate, and his mood was boiling, and sweetness and anxiety surged up together.
But she still slept slightly and firmly occupied his chest, as if she was her softest and most comfortable bed.
He hugged her gently, sighed, and whispered, "Little thing, what should I do with you?"
She still grabbed his hand dizzyly and rubbed it against his chest habitually - it was a long-lost warmth. When she was awake, she never dared to fantasize or reveal it. However, it existed and always
The deepest part of the loneliest heart is that I long for his love and his warmth.
Because, he is the first person to give warmth!
Even if he is hurt, his warmth is more than others!
Much more!
Tease, mock, pamper, indulge... There are some things that have already taken root and sprouted in their bones.
Poor, even this pitiful little memory is unwilling to be eradicated!
However, these warmth can only be given to yourself, not to others!
No more for others.
Because, from childhood to adulthood, the only thing I am most familiar with is this kind of warmth.
"Father..."
He kissed her pale lips again and bit her lips threateningly, feeling sad and sweet: "Little guy, don't call me father anymore. I will definitely beat your ass hard when I scream again next time."
She was still soft and soft in his arms and did not really wake up.
This disease is not a serious illness. After recuperation for two or three days, it will be cured.
Only then did Luo Jia really look like she was on vacation, and she was in a happy mood every day, eating and sleeping together, and her life was very comfortable.