Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The moment he turned his head, there was hope in his eyes.

"Give me your hand."

Wen also stretched out his hand obediently. On one hand, Ruan Xihe and Cartier Dayton took the watch, and on the other hand, Ruan Xihe made a hand strap for him.

She looked at it softly, held his hand with the hand strap, gently brought it to her lips, and gently kissed the colorful woven hand strap reverently: "I hope Wen is happy every day."

At this moment, no one can empathize with the feeling of being Wen Ye. He wants to shed tears. This is what Ruan Xihe said to him the most. I hope Wen Ye is happy every day.

"Go back and rest early, and I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"I, I'll sit with you in the car for a while, OK, I can't sleep when I go back now."

He looked at himself cautiously, Wen should also be ostentatious and presumptuous. She still remembers that when she first saw him, a boy with gray hair from a grandma, with a cigarette in one hand, smiled a little bit badly. , And a little bit of milk.

She made Wen sad too.

"good."

Ruan Xihe's car was parked in the parking lot on the ground.

The night was looming, and the stars flickered.

Wen also suddenly laughed lowly: "Actually, this is great. I thought I would never see you again in this life."

There was an unconcealable choking in the ending.

Ruan Xihe suddenly discovered that he hadn't smoked a day, and there didn't seem to be any smell of cigarettes on his body yesterday.

"Have you quit smoking?"

"Well, quit, am I very obedient? If you don't like it, I won't smoke."

He turned his head and smiled at her, the dimples looked as good as they were when they first met.

Ruan Xihe raised his hand and pinched his face softly.

"Really good."

However, caught off guard, a hot tear fell on her wrist and slid into the cuff.

"I'm sorry." He hurriedly wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and said naturally, "Ah, what happened tonight, really, huh, I told you to watch the joke again."

But the tears got wiped more and more.

Ruan Xihe handed him a handkerchief.

He covered his eyes with a handkerchief uncomfortably and cried loudly.

Looking at this scene, Ruan Xihe frowned slightly, trying to smoke a cigarette inexplicably.

Wait until he calms down a bit.

She unfastened the seat belt on her body, leaned in gently, and wiped his tears with a tissue: "I cried out the little cat, and it looks so good."

Wen was also sad at first, but he was coaxed by Ruan Xihe's sweet words and laughed softly.

"You will coax me like that."

Ruan Xihe bends the corners of his mouth slightly and wipes the tear he just shed with his fingertips: "Don't you like me to coax you?"

"Like, like you coax me."

"Okay, good deed, stop crying, give my sister a smile."

He pulled the corners of his mouth to laugh, but when he curled his lips, tears fell first. She was so gentle and her heartbeat was so fast. The happier she was, the more sad she was.

She squeezed Wen Ye's chin, made a light print on his lips, it was heavy, and then separated: "Now, are you still sad?"

Wen was also dumbfounded. This was the most intimate act she had done to herself in the past two days. Mad, was even more sad, and tears were anxious.

Ruan Xihe sighed and kissed it again, this time it was much gentler and tighter, and the hand holding the back of his neck passed through his hair, and his fingertips were always hot.

She mastered the rhythm, and Wen was completely trapped. She always felt that it was not a good thing for her to coax him like this, and she was afraid that Wen would become addicted.

But watching him cry, she really wanted to do it.

It took a long, long time to separate, the color on her lips was gone, and her voice was a little hoarse, her fingertips gently pressed his lips to help him wipe the color smudged on his lips.

"Now, it's not sad anymore," he whispered like a lover, sultry and hoarse.

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