Memories from the early years flooded into my mind: the country of Yan with its country and family destroyed, those flowers and trees that were forcibly removed, the hunger and darkness in the cell, the pain of being wronged, the anger of being used... This is an out-and-out story.
Tyrant, he deserves to die, he really deserves to die!
Her eyes rolled, no longer willing to obey; even the doctor's compassion was completely lost. He was not a patient, he was a devil! She looked for a good opportunity to kill him. His sword was thrown in front, and she just needed to take it.
When the sword was struck, it was enough to pierce his chest. She stretched out her hand, but when she was two feet away, she exerted force, and he groaned. His hands were tightly tightened, like a pair of huge shackles, and she was unable to struggle at all.
No, when he wakes up, or someone else breaks in, she will have no chance of escape. Fang Fei thought about it, and suddenly stopped, motionless, and let him hold her.
This obedience made him feel happy despite the pain. He loosened his hand slightly and thought of nothing but asking her to warm him. This was exactly what Fangfei expected. Feeling that the big hand that restrained her relaxed slightly, Fangfei quietly turned sideways and moved her hand from
He stretched out his armpit and tried his best to get the sword.
Her fingers had already touched the hilt of the sword, but he suddenly groaned, pressed his hand down, and held her hand. His cold lips opened blankly, and pressed against her soft and thick hair, as if he could smell warmth.
The source of it pressed up unconsciously, and then went down, completely covering the girl's soft lips. Oh, how warm it is.
He didn't know it was lips, nor did he know it was a kiss. He just held her firmly and didn't let her struggle.
Fang Fei received the first kiss in her life, and her whole mind went blank - this was not a kiss, but a signal from the devil, a sign of death. She used all her strength to finally grab the hilt of the sword, picked it up, and tilted it.
It's crooked, and it's stabbed on his
Back. She was restrained and her strength was too weak. The sharp sword only scratched a little of his skin. Because of the pain, his head tilted and she pushed hard. Luojia was sweating profusely and opened his eyes in confusion.
The girl with the garland scattered in her arms jumped up.
The messy and torn gauze was not enough to cover her body. The pure and flawless girl's body came into view, glowing with a shy pink halo, and even the faint smell of potpourri lingered in her nose, evoking an indescribable wonder.
desire.
This was not the first time he saw her body when he was awake. He had seen it many years ago. It was a fat, warm and smooth little body. He once hugged this body and fell asleep. But today,
Why is it different? The girl's body is crystal clear, and every inch is so clean and elegant. It turns out that the memory of that day is not false!
Luo Jia looked up, as if he didn't know what was going on or who he was. He looked at those crystal clear eyes like a deer in confusion. He looked at the novel fear in her eyes, and his forehead wrinkled into the pain of memory.
Haha, walnuts, but more beautiful than walnuts, as if they were blooming into wrinkled flowers. But the white face was flushed with anger and shyness, and the eyes were moist, forming a beautiful and delicate haze.
What a beautiful haze.
She, who is she?
The girl in front of me, who is she?
There was still a remaining small flower in her hand. The wreath on her head fell to the ground when she was struggling. At this time, the petals were crushed on the ground in front of him. He pinched the small flower at will, like
Soothing the fragrant body, his mouth was dry and his whole body was weak. He stretched out his hands, just wanting to hug her, and murmured to her: "Fangfei...my Fangfei...come here, my little person..."
This devil!
Fang Fei was so frightened by the shouting that she covered herself with gauze, turned around and ran. After running a few steps, she suddenly realized something was wrong and ran back again, grabbed the robe he had thrown on the ground, wrapped it around her in a hurry and ran away.
Luo Jia watched her do all this, as if he didn't know what she was doing or why she was running. He just stared at her, watching the girl's graceful body being buried under his loose robe. Then,
He watched her run out of the jungle, her body light and her steps strong, like a sika deer that was good at running.
Then, only the back is left.
Her back.
He had no time to catch up, he was unable to catch up, and he even forgot to catch up. This little thing, why was she frightened?
A gust of wind blew, full of heat, blowing on his body. It blew on the sweat all over his body, his skin shrank, and there was a coolness. His soft body awakened the most real memory, which was no longer vague, as if it was a ridiculous dream.
It seems that like Andre, he is blaspheming the great God!
Blasphemy to God!
He sat up, his heart was shaken, and he finally woke up: a sacrifice to the great god, she ran away! This time, she really ran away.