Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The next day, she woke up from the soft bed, lazily all over, unwilling to move at all.

Too indulgent. Indulgence also has sequelae.

Yan Fufeng gently hugged her, and branded a kiss between her eyebrows: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt what you give."

Just such a sentence instantly darkened the emotion in his eyes a bit, and he really couldn't stand the teasing/pickling at all.

"Get up?"

"rise."

The real clothes stretched out his hands, the food came to open his mouth, Yan Fufeng pampered people, there was no bottom line.

The profile of her face that looked down and put on her small socks was very charming and serious. It felt cherished and warm.

She has not concealed her love in front of others, she is cute and intimate with him.

It was obvious that Yan Fufeng was good to her, but she was not bad either. No one would think Ruan Xihe didn't love him.

The screensaver, cover, and Moments of the mobile phone are all Yan Fufeng, and even the WeChat profile picture is a photo of the two hugging each other. She generously announced him for everyone to see.

Day after day, dripping through the stone.

"Yan Liuliu, try this. I baked it by myself." This egg **** looks very good.

Yan Fufeng took one from Shanruliu to eat.

Ruan Xi and the sister-in-law of Changming Chengming, Uncle Ajing, both of them have separated.

If you want a man to think about you all the time, everyone around him must think about you and think about you.

Sometimes a sentence from others is more useful than ten sentences by yourself.

When Yan Fufeng went to the kitchen to give Ruan Xihe a small yogurt, Uncle Cheng said: "Liu Ye is fortunate. Miss Ruan Ruan is really concerned about you. The egg **** was studied a few days ago, and I am afraid of you. I don’t like sweet ones, the sugar has been adjusted for a long time."

The corners of his mouth rose a little, and he pursed his lips. She was thinking about herself, so he was naturally happy.

When she came out, she had already gone to the front yard to water the flowers, and he happened to be able to see her sitting here.

The girl was wearing a long white dress, carrying a kettle, and was surrounded by flowers.

The drops of water coming out of the shower are shining brightly in the sun.

She bends down slightly, her skirt tightens at the waist, and the outline of the arc is distracting.

The mist in his eyes is like a warm moon, like stars, like the setting sun.

No matter how beautiful the flower is, it is not as good as the waterer.

A sister-in-law A Jing came to pack her things and saw Yan Fufeng watching Ruan Xihe, and she said, "Liu Ye is looking for the right person. A few days ago, Liu Ye also fell asleep in this position, and she was pressing Ms. Ruan Ruan. Miss Ruan Ruan waited until you turned over and took it out. It was numb at the time. I helped Miss Ruan Ruan rubbing it for a long time."

When one person speaks, more and more people fill in those details and holes vividly.

In Lin Dong's eyes, Miss Ruan Ruan, every time she sees Liu Ye, stars twinkle in her eyes.

Miss Ruan Ruan in Changming’s eyes always agrees with Liu Ye in small details. If Liu Ye wears a purple tie, she wears a purple skirt or carries a purple bag. If Liu Ye likes something to eat, Ruan Ruan The young lady will learn in private, and her mind is hidden in the little bit of life.

In these patchwork descriptions, Yan Fufeng's heart softened a little bit, until her appearance was completely immersed in blood and bones.

......

Yan Fufeng got up and walked out.

Just as Ruan Xihe straightened up, he was hugged by his back.

The hot palm of her hand shook her.

Maybe it's too outrageous recently. She felt weak when he hugged her.

"Take you to country Y to play." His words were almost in her ears.

"OK."

After answering, he still didn't let go of her, just holding her like this.

Attached so tightly.

Her face was a little red, and her breathing was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

.................................................. ...............................