I don't want to stop. Although I never care about other people's lives or death, at this time, I have the idea of going over and coming to him, wanting him to relax, or be happier, and be happier. I like to see his childish smile.
Very proud; I also like to hear his silent laugh, although it is not very comfortable,
Haha, sometimes, where are there so many reasons? It's just a thought, just thinking like this. Once I miss this time, I may not believe it if I beat it to death. I will have this idea. But at this moment, things seem to have happened
It's right.
The first time I felt this way, and I didn't seem to want to refuse, or I didn't have time to refuse, or maybe I was dizzy.
I pushed open the balcony window halfway, and the cold wind blew in. I couldn't help but shivered, and then I woke up a little.
Parked at the door of the living room and balcony, I shrank my neck and suddenly felt a little at a loss. It seemed that I had done something for the first time, such as jumping down from the 82nd floor building, then standing on the ground, looking up, and sweating all over.
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I won't sweat coldly at this moment, but it won't be much better. I looked up at Yin Yijie, I don't know why I walked towards him, or why I thought about paying attention to him. What should I care about him, how should I care about him, should I?
Should I be in charge? I don't know.
Yin Yijie slowly lit a cigarette, threw the cigarette box and lighter onto the coffee table, and then looked at me.
I stood by the door, holding the door frame with my hand, gently clenched, and suddenly I felt, or didn't feel at all, just wanted to see him like this, and then I felt much more at ease. Then, another feeling rose in my heart,
The cold sweet taste is like the dense camellia, very light but very fragrant
Yin Yijie held the cigarette and looked at me with his eyes fixedly. After a long struggle, the nerves on his face gradually relaxed. He bit his lips several times, and I wanted to go up and touch them. But I didn't move, I
I don't have the courage, or I think so.
His lips are so beautiful. They are very delicate. How can I say it? If he moves his lips down and puts them on a girl's mouth, I think even a man wants to kiss her. When he pursed until he loosened, he had a