She suddenly realized that although there was no mirror, she also guessed that she was embarrassed and was covered in dust. [26nbsp;]
"Prince San, am I ugly now?"
The smile at the corner of his eyes was even more obvious. Shui Lian could see clearly. At this moment, she no longer had any doubts - he was indeed laughing, and he could laugh! How great.
Her voice was faintly: "A real warrior dares to face his unmade face."
The third prince picked his eyes, revealing a relaxed joy she had never seen before. Shui Lian laughed out loud.
Despite this pain, with a smile, it seems like the pain of the past, the storms of the future, and the unpredictable future can be thrown out of the sky.
Originally, there were many questions between them, and they had many words to each other, but what they said now seems to be redundant.
Shui Lian was silent, with a smile on her face.
At this moment, my heart was so quiet and peaceful - in a trance, just like when I was waiting for death in the courtyard.
You have done so many things for me, can't I do something for you????
You have come to this point entirely because of me. Shouldn’t I take responsibility???
...
But, she knew, it was too late. Everything was too late.
She can no longer bear the responsibility.
She can do nothing.
...
Under the fire, the night suddenly became less cold.
The dry and hard cold steamed buns melted in boiling water, and added a little condiment, which became unusually fragrant, soft and delicious. The taste of boiled noodles spread in the air. Shui Lian held the bowl and placed it in the bowl.
He fed his lips one spoonful after another.
He forced himself to drink half a bowl, and then she ate all the remaining noodle soup.
When she did these things, the Third Prince kept staring at her, probably because he was confused, but at this moment, he was not surprised.
In front of him, his eyes were slightly closed. Shui Lian reached out to her hand, her heart trembled, and she suddenly pulled his eyelids, but she felt a little relieved when she saw a faint heat.
"Prince San, can I tell you a joke?"
“…”
Her hands were stubbornly placed on his eyelids, as naughty as a child, her eyes turned and said:
To put it aside: Readers think that love is beautiful and sweet. How sweet are you in reality? Men with a monthly salary of three to five thousand can raise mistresses. It’s no wonder that women can’t stand the reality at all.
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Let’s talk about cuckolding. If someone shows your nude photos to your husband, what would your husband look like? I won’t say it far away, just take some of the female authors who have been arrested for writing ** novels as examples.
My husband actually disliked them ashamed and divorced them... I won't comment on this...
The lust is not for the sweet little honey. If you don’t like it, please take a detour!