"You dare to betray me, I will kill you!" She poked his chest fiercely with his fingers, "I will let the bullet penetrate your heart."
Her beautiful cheeks were dyed with a charming light powder. The curled eyelashes were set like two rows of small fans, and a few drops of small sweat beads hung on the straight bridge of the nose.
In this way, she said those ruthless words without any lethality.
"You won't have such a chance!"
She laughed, and suddenly remembered the nightmare he had just made, and asked, "Inhale ..."
Her Chinese is very clumsy, the pronunciation of the two words is imitated in the dream, a bit vague.
"What?"
"Suck ... qi, say in English, what does it mean?"
"Is it inhaled?" Feng Yan was a little surprised. Did she remember what? "That's Chinese!"
"Well, I dreamed that someone shouted like this, but I didn't know Chinese, I don't know what it means.
Feng Yan didn't speak, but turned over and overwhelmed her underneath, staring at her tightly: "Do you have a headache? Have you done this dream?"
"No, in fact, in the desert last time, after you were put into the water, you had such a dream. The voice was so familiar, a bit like you ..." Xia Yu Orange stared at the Junyan on his head.
"Yes, it's me, it is us, that's our common memory!" Feng Yan remembered that experience, and suddenly the body weight was all pressed down, and then buried in her shoulder nest, sniffing her breath
breathe.
"Don't think about it, I don't want your headache!" He kissed on her shoulder, and the heat made her itchy.
Although she hoped that she could think of him, but what he was most concerned about was her body, because he couldn't help her.
"Tell me, what does it mean in absorbing?"
"It is the suction in the breath ..." Feng Yan explained softly, and also supported him to make a demonstration, "This is, exhale, this is, inhale!"
Xia Yuman was laughed at by his movement, climbing his shoulder and asked: "Why can't I Chinese, if I am Xia Yu Orange, shouldn't it be Chinese? But I can't understand, and I can't tell."
"I am your favorite man, don't you forget me?" When Feng Yan said this, a touch of sorrow appeared in somewhere.
"Are you angry with me?"
"Fool!" He scattered her hair, and lowered her head and punished her lips. "You are my life, know?"
Being able to pay with her-neck-entanglement-cotton, big is just the happiest thing in this day, but the bottom of the wind is slightly painful.
It really hurts her, so many beautiful, so many times, in her mind, it turned out to be blank.
"I'm afraid of becoming stupid!" She bit her lip and said sadly.
"No, there is me, you will not become stupid."
"That ... what about that woman?"
Feng Yan squeezed the tip of her little nose and said with a smile: "Knowing that you mind this, so leave it for you, what do you want?"
"But ... that DNA ..."
"I don't believe that, I think of you, that's you!"
"Then her result is fake? Is she faked me? Why?" Xia Yuhe only dared to ask, dare not think.