The golden light beaten on Huangfu's long figure, dragging a long shadow on the ground, making it more and more lonely.
Xu Xu raised his hand and let the light pass through the palm, but except for a blank, nothing.
There is nothing like yourself, just like yourself, it looks like it at this moment.
Nympho
The warm sun shines on the bed quietly on the bed, and the woman's lips are particularly smiling. The smile, gentle, full of happiness.
Xu was too dazzling, the eyelids on the bed moved, and slowly opened their eyes.
In the eyes that just opened, there was a layer of wet water vapor, and a few fishes, and it looked cute.
Suddenly, Ning Xiaotong seemed to think of something, and touched it subconsciously.
Where the tentacles are, a cold, empty, nothing.
It was complicated in my heart for a moment, and I couldn't tell what it felt.
Last night, he rushed over to accompany himself to the New Year before 12 o'clock, guarding the New Year, watching the splendid fireworks.
But he also said, letting himself free.
There is something empty in my heart, and it seems that it is urgent to fill up.
That's it, that's it. After opening it, I will leave each other in the future, leaving a corner for each other in my heart.
Because he is the person he once loved.
Looking up, the bright sunlight has risen very high, hanging on the head, shining on the body, it feels very warm.
Outside the window, the sound of children who got up early can already be heard.
What a group of mental guys.
哪里, where are you now?
Mom, I really miss you so much.
Mom, now, your daughter is really just a person.
Holding his chest with your hand to relieve the feeling of uncomfortable.
From then on, each other is the end of the world.
Nympho
Unlike the sad atmosphere of Ning Xiaotong and Huang Fusheng, Luo Qian and Song Gang's side, the New Year is the joy.
The bell sounded slowly at the middle of the night, and the continuous fireworks were particularly bright to the dark night empty photos.
Luo Qian was in Song Gang's arms, sitting in front of the window, his eyes blinked without blinking, looking at the sky, bright fireworks.
The atmosphere is full of harmony and warmth.
Occasionally, the two looked at each other, and they could see their own figures in each other's eyes, and, affectionate.
After watching the fireworks, Luo Qian's mood was heavy.
Aware of Luo Qian's sudden low mood, raised his hand to go smoothly in Luo Qian's ears, his voice was full of gentleness that was uncommon, "Qian Qian, thinking about something unhappy?"
Luo Qian's eyes were unaware of concerns, "Song Gang, do you say that Xiao Tong is now alone, is it very lonely?"
Now, Ning Xiaotong is the most relieved. In this world, her only relatives are still falling unknown.
Song Gang heard that the tough face line was a bit soft under the bright fireworks.
Slowly speak, "Rest assured, Brother Yi will not sit down."
Luo Qian's eyes instantly across Jingliang, and then sad, "Xiaotong can even refuse my request, let alone Huang Fuyu. You know, their relationship is still so rigid."
After playing the tip of Luo Qian's nose, Luo Qian was a little stunned.
Since the one with Song Gang, Song Gang rarely has an intimate action to embrace himself.
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