Men should be a little bit more MAN. Is it really okay for gangsters to like black pearl milk tea? Will people not be smashed if they say it?
Ling Jiajia simply felt sad, the world was too weird.
Because there were many people queuing up, Gu Weiran waited for a while before buying it back.
Insert the straw and hand it to Ling Jiajia.
The two of them walked on the street in the evening with a cup of milk tea, and the bustling crowd looked at the cold man in black and the beautiful and lovely woman beside him.
"How do you think?"
Ling Jiajia was still worried about Liunian and answered unconsciously: "What's the matter?"
"milk tea."
"Generally, I don't like to drink too sweet."
So her afternoon tea is usually flower tea, not sweet and greasy milk tea.
But Gu Weiran's face suddenly calmed down. He grabbed the milk tea that Ling Jiajia had half drunk and threw it into the trash can next to the street. His voice was cold and ice-cold: "If you don't like it, then forget it."
What's wrong with this?
Ling Jiajia was confused by Gu Weiran's cold and hot attitude.
It is harder to serve as a woman than a woman who comes to her aunt.
Ling Jiajia complained silently.
Gu Weiran looked at Ling Jiajia's expression that seemed to be indifferent no matter what he did, and suddenly felt that he was ridiculous.
He also took her to visit her hometown again, took her to drink her favorite milk tea, and took her to eat her favorite dishes, in an attempt to evoke a trace of her memories.
However, she couldn't remember anything, and even forgot what she once loved the most.
"Are women so fickle?"
My former favorite can be discarded in a blink of an eye.
Ha, Ling Jiajia didn't know how to refute it. Is it him the fickle person? He is so moody, unstable and elusive.
That night, Gu Weiran was particularly cruel, as if he wanted to eat her in, and his strength was so great.
He occupied her, his lips biting Ling Jiajia's slender neck.
"Well... there... don't"
It's summer now, and kissing will leave traces that cannot be covered at all.
She didn't say it was okay, but when she said that Gu Weiranyun sucked even harder, making Ling Jiajia so angry that she was half angry.
When I woke up the next day, I saw in the mirror that my neck was covered with kiss marks, which continued in ambiguous way, full of erotic meaning.
"Gu Weiran!!!" Gu Jiajia shouted in anger. How could she go out today?!!
She rushed out of the bathroom and punched Gu Weiran who was still on the bed, this hateful man.
Gu Weiran took her fancy moves and turned over, pressing the young woman who had been alive all morning again: "So energetic? That means I'm merciless after I finish doing it."
While speaking, he followed the traces of last night and broke in.
He was too heavy, and Ling Jiajia couldn't help frowning, but that familiar numbness emerged deep in her body.
“Is it comfortable?”
“··········"
"Why don't you talk, huh?" He spoke very slowly, and a word was heavy. Ling Jiajia was trembling because of this, and even her toes curled up, her eyes were dissipated.
Gu Weiran loved her so softly under him, and her movements became more and more erratic. Ling Jiajia couldn't even scream like this. She felt so fast that she fainted until she ended.
Gu Weiran held the tired little woman to take a shower in the bathroom, and moved carefully, as if wiping the most expensive blue and white porcelain, like a treasure in his hand.