She reached out and pulled up the kicked quilt to cover him and cover herself.
He turned over and his big hand firmly occupied her.
She tilted her head and lay in his arms, and had heard his tired snoring, and he fell asleep. After extremely tired and extremely excited, he fell asleep.
At this time, she could feel at ease and look at him unscrupulously. He lost weight, his eyes fell deeply, and his beard was very long. It was obvious that he had just recovered from a serious illness, or that the serious illness had not yet been cured. He was no longer
The handsome, generous and energetic man in the past is just tired, extremely tired.
This kind of fatigue almost made Miaolian lose control. She was so calm that she had forced herself to do, but she was also stabbed by such fatigue. Such a powerful man, who controls the world, but he was just tired.
I blame him for not understanding himself and letting him down; but how much do I understand him? What have I done for him?
Not that I can't do anything yet.
I only looked at his eyes deep, so haggard that people could not bear to see it.
Has he been through many painful moments?
How could he come back silently?
He didn't know anything, and he traveled thousands of miles to this moment of death?
He liked her, and only then did she be sure of the person's position in his mind, or in other words, his position in his mind. Thousands of entanglement, tens of millions of separation, tens of millions of millions of
The breakup and reunion are for this moment?
Her hand stretched out, held his big hand tightly, stretched out his fingers, clasped them tightly, warm. His fingers suddenly became so warm and soft. At that moment, she smiled desolately - it turned out, it turned out!
It’s like they are in love with each other sincerely. If time stops, how good would it be? At this moment, the sky has collapsed and everything has completely become eternal. How good would it be?
She also felt extremely tired, and she fell into a dark and sweet dream when she saw her eyes dark.
At dusk, there is a sunset, shaking the windows in scatteredly. The windows are closed, the curtains are opened, and the golden sunset comes in, illuminating the elegant vases, a few slanted wintersweets, the fragrance is faint, as if there is, there is nothing.