The Changshang only felt that his breathing was humid and humid, along her ears, drilled into her heart, and even with her heart was hot and hot.
Her mind was excited. "You won't ... be moved, right?"
Don't, just a wool jacket.
Changshang abandoned this idea.
Chang Mian just clasped her waist, and her mood was undulating.
"When I was a kid, my mother also woven me a sweater," his eyes were moist, and warmth exuded from the bottom of his heart: "Unfortunately, I don't know how to cherish it at that time, and now regret it again, and she won't weave a sweater.
"
"Chang Mian, do you miss your mother?" It turned out that he remembered his parents, so he cried sadly?
She held her breath and stroked his back.
"Don't be sad, your parents are all the beams of the country. They donate their lives for the country. Now they must be in heaven, and they are very good."
The voice of Changshang was soft and soft, and tightened the depths of his ears straight, spreading and walking into his heart. The corner of his eyes was wet again, silently without picking her, just wanted to hold her ...
Just hug her like this ... quiet for a while ...
"Changmian, are you in a better mood?" For a long time, Chang Chang felt that his body was a bit stiff and couldn't help asking, "Can you let me go?"
"Don't move, let me hug it for a while ..." His voice seemed to have not calmed down now.
Changshang never moved again.
The tight body was slightly relaxed, leaning on his arms, and stroking his back with his hand, trying to soothe him.
For a long time, Chang Mianli opened her, and her emotions had returned as usual.
I can no longer find a touch of emotion or sadness.
As if the sad man just now has no existence, he is accustomed to pretending to be very powerful, and he can't break.
"Otherwise, I'll send you another one?" Chang Chang looked at his face carefully.
"I want gloves, scarves, hats, full sets. It's almost New Year, red, red, and red."
In my heart, the sweetness of the glowing, the sweetness.
Unexpectedly, there was a woman around him who would spend his hard work and make clothes for him one by one. Gulai male plowing and female weaving. Although far away, every man's heart is hidden in the heart of him to weaving clothes for him.
Woman; he is always cotton, no exception.
Can't help, he lowered his head, grabbed her hand, put it on his mouth, pecked gently, and said with a soft voice: "Changshang, you have a lot of virtuous."
Not like Zeng Jin, always maintaining a sense of distance from far away, like a woman who has been raised, as quiet as water.
Provide only the flesh, afraid of being lost in depth, and fear of handing over.
Now she has a lot of people, knows that she is holding him, knowing the occupation of him, knowing his joy, knowing that he puts his main energy on him, giving a strong sense of presence.
Although because of his indulgence, it is much more wayward than in the past, but it is really true.
Chang Chang heard his praise, and his face was unstoppable. "Yes, if you like it, I will give you to you, as long as you like it."
"Go to wash, eat breakfast together."
Chang Mian didn't have more arrogance, rubbing her fluffy and messy hair, turned around and went out of the locker room, and then went downstairs to fitness.
When he walked out of the bedroom, she twisted her cat happily, and a person who was happy in the bedroom lapped and laughed.