Chapter 264: Because I like warmth, 68

It’s a coincidence, I think back, oh, it’s not a coincidence.
When she lay down and rested at night, she always heard a cough from a wall.
Her room was on the west side of the yard, and the west side was just next to the house next door. She wanted to say that the room where the person lived happened to be separated from her by a wall.
His coughing voice was a bit hoarse. She didn't know that this person didn't have a good time to go to Beichuan to find out.
After listening to him for a long time, the number of warmth did not hold back and opened the window. At that time, a paper crane squatting in the corner of the window flew in the wind and landed on the flower branch of the porcelain bottle on the window sill.
The number of warmth licked the paper crane that had been folded and shaped, and reached for it.
The two wings of the paper crane wrote "number" and "warm" respectively.
After a few warm moves, the paper crane was slowly taken apart.
Look down and see a few words on the paper: "See you, okay?"
The number of warm pens is not too slow to write the second word, "not good."
Then smash it into a ball and throw it back to the wall outside the window.
Slamming the window.
Not long after, through the light and shadow, the corner of the window slammed into a paper crane.
A few warm sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the corner of the window, did not open the window.
It didn't take long for the paper cranes to fly over and over again. There was no reaction at all.
When the wall of the courtyard finally stopped, the number of warmth was going to lie down again.
However, she had to lie down, and through the moonlight outside the window, she saw a black shadow falling from the courtyard wall, and the black shadow fell.
There will still be time for thinking about the number of warmth. The person who climbed the wall in the middle of the night is a thousand people. It is going to laugh out to death.
I could hear the man sulking and the slightest disorder in my heart.
The number warmed up and opened the door. The man just slammed and walked outside the door. The eyes of the dark and deep pools, with a bit of wolverine and affectionately hit her eyes.
He seemed to be very cold, and at this time he was covered with purple ranunculus, and the brocade was full of clouds and waters, which made his whole person more expensive. Because the face is slightly white, the blood has not completely recovered, and the hair is not bundled like before. It just hangs behind the head and does not have a sapphire bunch of ink. It doesn’t look like a person who has beaten a beggar. It is very elegant.
He is much taller than her, and this will stand in front of her, deeply condensing her eyes, and the thin lips move slightly.
The number of warmth only felt that her eyes were so hot that her eyes were slightly hot. The more she wanted to say, the more she couldn’t say anything. Breaking the silence was the sound of a door opening in the east of the yard. After passing his hand, I haven't done anything yet, so I took the initiative to enter her house.
Number warmth: "..."
She calmed down and closed the door.
She arrived at the door, and he stood in front of himself and glared at himself, his hand still holding her hand in reverse, and it was very tight.
A few warm eyes frowned and struggled, and Chen Bo’s voice came from not far from the house.
Small warm, what happened?

"Nothing..." said a warm red face. "Only the wild cat ran over."
"Isn't people scared?"
"No, Chen Bo, go to sleep."
"Well, you are going to sleep early."
When Chen Bo’s door closed again, the number of warm pushes pushed his hand, but he couldn’t push it, and hated and looked up:
Let go.

"This king fell into a wild cat." Qian Qianmo looked down at her and picked up a smile, his voice was very dumb, very low.