But she could no longer stand such a dedication to the end of her kindness and righteousness. She just hopes that this knife will come faster and faster. Never hesitate, let alone procrastinate.
If this knife is at this time, how good would it be?
She remembered that this was a celebrity named "Li Ao", who once described the most ideal way of death. He hoped that one day he could die at the peak of love between men and women.
She didn't know whether Li Ao died like this and didn't care.
However, she hoped that she would die soon and never face the past that could not be looked back on and the things in front of her. Even the man next to her who was the closest just now, at this moment, she had the courage to open her eyes to look at him completely.
The bottom disappeared.
His hands slowly stroked her back.
The smooth back, the soft skin as silk, the beautiful hairband, the bright youth... What he touched was the trembling all over her body, like a small animal about to be swallowed by a tiger, and her muscles could be together.
It shrinks little by little, and the water passes little by little. It stretches its neck, just waiting for the knife to cut down fiercely...
The secret letters were sent one by one - she knew, she knew - because she knew, she was so afraid. Because she knew, she was afraid that there would be gaps in people without any grudges...
He couldn't speak for a long time, but his eyes were wet.
She was afraid because of that strong fear. But why should she be afraid? Shuilian! Shuilian! You still don’t know me at this time!!
If love is engraved in your eyes
Then your forehead will be engraved with slaves
For a moment, Shui Lian suddenly felt unable to breathe.
It was his hug, strong and harsh, and those big hands hugged her tightly. It was obviously so gentle, but she felt that the pain was faintly in her bones.
Even his breathing was about to suffocate. However, his hug was still not relaxed at all. She wanted to struggle, but she didn't have the strength, but suddenly she didn't want to move. In the dead silence, she could only hear her two hearts beating with a pounding rhythm,
The frequency is exactly the same.
I don't know how long it took.
The hug became gentle, and the gentle drizzle was like his kiss, slowly falling on her hair, the corners of eyebrows, eyes, face, silky sweet lips, warm little hands... and the kind revealed on her body