He used to be ruthless and didn't like smoking, but now he seems to be more and more obsessed with cigarettes.
Unable to help herself, she whispered: "Smoking is not good."
Bo Qing was holding her, with a slightly cold expression on his face, but he heard her whisper a few words in his arms.
He didn't hear clearly, he just heard the vague meaning.[
After thinking for a while, he seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but curl up a smile.
He looked at her in his arms slightly absent-mindedly and smiled softly.
He went upstairs, put her on the bed, and personally took off her cream-stained skirt.
Na took a wet towel and carefully wiped the cream and chocolate juice off her feet.
Jinyu is not used to being deserted one moment and warm and indifferent the next.
He lowered his head, blushed slightly and said nothing.
However, Bo Qing moved cautiously, holding her ankle and carefully wiping away those things from her.
There were inevitably some areas on it that were difficult to wipe off, so he gently took his fingers and rubbed them away gently.
Neither of them spoke, and remained silent.
In Nuoda's bedroom, after he finished wiping her feet, he didn't let go, but held them tightly.
After a long time, he lowered his head and kissed her feet.
Jinyu blushed and shrank, feeling as if his feet were electrocuted by something, causing his whole body to tremble.
He quickly reached out his hand and held his foot.
His ruthless eyes were suddenly fixed on her white and slender wrists.
The red bean is tied to the red rope.
The whole person's expression couldn't help but soften.
Lowering her eyelids, her eyes were so hot that it seemed to burn her skin. Looking at her wrist, all his attention seemed to be focused there.
He understood what she meant.
She accepted his apology.[
It turns out that he is not the only one who remembers the past, but she also remembers it so profoundly.
[Yesterday, a kid asked me a very serious question: What is more important, the tickets or the readers~~ Actually, I can answer, of course, the readers are more important. Tickets are my personal preference. To be honest, if everyone gives me tickets, I won’t be able to pay them back.
Second, it can’t be used as food, and it really doesn’t have much effect. But after the readers gave me the tickets, I was in the mood to code, which was a kind of encouragement and support, so I like to collect tickets, just like I liked to collect all kinds of tickets when I was a child.
Just like candy wrappers~~~~~~If you don’t want to give them, I can’t force you to give them, right?~]
