Vol 2 Chapter 4104: National color

Chapter 4104 National Color Allure
He Jing, who handed the kettle over, also thought about the sweet smile that was revealed in Ye Jianmeng’s dream. He did not see Ye Jian’s sweet smile in the three years of the class. He Jing really couldn’t resist his curiosity. He bent his knees to Ye Jian’s side, and his shoulders touched Ye Jian gently. He whispered and smiled.
What kind of dreams did you have just made, laughing and even showing your teeth, just like drinking honey, I I feel sweet when I am squatting."
The stream
哗哗
flowed into the kettle. After a while, the whole pot was full. Ye Jane picked up the wet kettle and screwed the lid. He turned to look at He Jing, and the white jade cheeks faded like a lotus petal. Pink, "Laughter? Is it out?"
......
No, she hasn’t even dreamed of laughing.
Thinking of the sweetness of a long-awaited reunion in a dream, I think that the man I loved in my dreams is holding my face gently, and the pair of affectionate black scorpions stare deeply at her, and then slowly bow down, so I think about Ye Jian. I only feel a little hot on my cheeks.
He Jing looked at Ye Jian, just like the peach blossoms on the branches of the spring breeze. She wanted to bloom and she was ashamed of her words. She suddenly realized it.
The face was screaming: "It’s awful, it’s awful, spring is over, how come you think about spring? Is it a spring dream?

Si Chun? illusion?
Ye Jian’s face was like steaming hot.
What do you say? Nothing.
Didn’t kiss her, how can it be called Spring Dream?
Besides, isn't that spring dream? Even if you have kissed and have no next move, you will not see the spring dream.
"Nothing? There is something clear. You look at your eyebrows. It’s all spring. You look at this smile, it’s a little girl with a spring girl." He Jing also talked about love, as a person who came over, Ye Jian is so clear that she dreams of her mysterious boyfriend.
She smiled and smirked, and Ye Jian went to the cheeks, the faint powder was thicker and thicker, and the color was thick and sturdy, so that He Jing could see it all the time.
Between the green mountains and the green waters, the red-faced flowers like the branches bloom in the wind, beautiful to the painting, beautiful to the tempting, a smile, the national color.
He Jing couldn't help but swallow his throat, and his heart was so little that he wanted to touch the color of Ye Jian's face.
She did exactly that.
Ye Jian looked at his comrade-in-arms and his eyes were slightly blurred and reached out to touch his face. He blinked and asked He Jing. "How? I have something on my face."
"You have the words "National Colors" on your face. I feel that I am making a big profit when I touch it. This feeling is too good. It is just like the egg that has been peeled off, it is tender and slippery." He Jing felt a little while feeling, "Small Jane, your boyfriend is really making a lot of money, this skin, this color... Baby!"
He Jingsu came to be steady, and rarely said these banter words. She was so cold that she gave her a cheap Ye Jian and quickly took her hand from her face and glanced over. "The shelled egg." There are a lot of canteens, and I will give you ten or eight in the back, so that you can touch them."
"No, no, I don't touch the feeling of touching the eggs." He Jing received it and saw Ye Jian's face blushing, even though she still wanted to tease, but also knows to tease again... Wen, the guy who fears that the world is not chaotic, leads.
(End of this chapter)