Chapter 405: Warm treasure, I am hurting 55

When I think of the childishness, I am afraid that she will be sad, so I must suppress my love for you. The number of warmth is very sad.
I will even take a step back and think about it, isn’t it... I’m going to talk about it, and I’m going to get along with him, and I’ll get along with him, but it’s not related to her. She doesn’t want to leave her mind alone. Thousands of inks on the body, it will only make yourself more embarrassing.
However, what she did not expect was that she was still in the middle of the night.
The number was warm and I couldn’t sleep at the time. I wanted to go out and see if the guy really ate the food. As soon as I opened the door, I saw that Qian Qian was sitting on the stone steps, obviously just sitting there, but invisible. It gives people a very strong gas field. After four years, he is more robust, mature, and even more handsome and charming than before.
That kind of fascination is not only on the outside, but also on the temperament, which makes people feel at ease and steady.
Looking at his body and screaming out of the body, Qian Qianmo got up and turned around, his eyes were dark and deep, calm and brave, and the heart was stunned.
Qian Qianmo did not expect that the warmth would come out in the middle of the night, and there was only a thin bedcloth on his body. He looked at his eyebrows: "How come out?"
The number of warmth did not echo, just looked at him, and glanced at the bowl that had been swept away on the stone steps. He paused and said, "Who will give you money in the middle of the night?"
It took a while for me to understand what she meant, and she smiled with a faint smile. "Will it be warm?"
The number of warm and cold snorted, "Think of beauty."
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
Do not open your head, the eyes are a bit tingling.
She knew that this sound was delicious, and it was four years apart.
Four years, four years.
Every time I think of it is four years, I will be very sad.
Why hate him, why is he not here, sad why he is not here...
A few warmths eagerly raised her eyelids and prevented her from tearing again. She looked at the distance with her hot eyes and could not speak.
So when the thousands of inks came to her, she didn’t know. When she reacted, Qian Qianmo was already standing at a distance, looking down at her, her tall figure shrouded her, and she felt that there was a kind of being The illusion of suppressing her, she looked up to say something to him, but Qian Qian inked to hold her back, pulled her into his arms, and bowed her lips.
There is no pause, no hesitation.
It is very clear that she is, so I kissed it hard.
It’s a kiss that has been away for four years.
The moment he kissed her, the warm brain seemed to be empty, didn't know what to think, and didn't know what to do.
There is only one sentence in my mind -
Is he kissing himself?
He is kissing himself...
He is kissing himself.
晟 墨 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲 亲
A number of warm cheeks seemed to be red enough to bleed. She grabbed her red lips and looked up at the thousands of inks. Her eyes were red.
The mood is unknown.
She really doesn't know how to describe her mood at this moment.
However, Qian Qian ink but bowed down, slowly closed his eyes, against her white forehead, thin lips and light, the voice is low and dumb: "warm, I am special, miss you."
Four years of sky.
I miss you especially.
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(Wow, the ticket is a ticket... I want to vote for the more treasures today.)