Chapter 542: Let go of the zombie, I'll come

Thousands of miles of cigarettes pushed the shoulder of the inference song on his body, and asked indifferently, "Are you okay?"
"Not so good." Yange was unhappy: "I'm not satisfied yet, I want to continue."
Miles of smoke: ...
He stared at the moon hanging in the sky.
For a moment, my heart was a little desperate and collapsed.
He suddenly remembered that at the time, the civil and military of the Manchu dynasty were discussing who would marry the princess, and the princes and grandfathers all refused under various excuses.
In private, he laughed and talked about the 3,000-faced princess in the princess's house, changing countless grooms every night.
Such a woman, who marries her, can wear countless green hats.
He listened to everyone's words as a joke at the time, and thought he knew more about her than everyone else.
But now, my heart suddenly felt a little sad.
It seems that Three Thousand Faces should be true.
Her appetite was raised by three thousand faces. He spent thirty years of energy in front of her so little ...
Yange's tongue lingered in his throat, and asked in aggrieved, "What are you thinking?"
Xu was nourished for a while. Her voice was round and soft. He listened to her voice, and those thoughts vanished for a moment, leaving only the soft people in her arms.
He thought, otherwise, take some time to buy some medicine in this area, right or left, and you can't lose your momentum in front of her.
I thought so in my heart, but my voice sounded calm: "No, I'm not thinking."
His hand touched her thick black hair, and the soft hair was scratching his hand. Although he was a little lost at the bottom of his heart, he was very satisfied.
He wanted to live with her like that. Although ten years later, although she doesn't remember anything now, it doesn't matter that she is still alive. As long as she is alive, he is satisfied.
Yange snorted, "Hug me back to the house."
He busily held her up and walked towards the room.
I thought she would sleep, but her cat usually nestled in his arms and didn't mean to leave: "Help me put on my clothes."
He was in this room and had prepared a lot of clothes for her, and he would help her change every year.
Inside and out, there are a whole set of shoes and hair accessories.
But how could he get her clothes while holding her, so he patted her gently, and said dumbly, "Would you lie in bed? I'll go to the cabinet to look for clothes. What color do you like?"
Words: "You hold me."
The soft and soft voice made him no longer able to refute half.
He hugged her and wrapped her waist around her two slender white tender legs.
He wasn't wearing any clothes, and his closeness made him uneasy.
She had thought that she had been drained of energy for thirty years, but at this moment his body was about to move, and he seemed to have the motivation to become full of energy.
Holding her hand on Yange's waist and reaching her hip, he lifted it slightly and pressed down, Yange snorted, tightening his neck tighter, but said in his mouth, "I want to wear clothes."
"Okay." He was like a big wolf trying to coax the little white rabbit, holding her step by step towards the wardrobe.
The woman in her arms clinged tightly to his arms, like a soft rabbit let him do it, and the steps he took were called a spirited spirit.
"Hong Yan, Hong Yan." He whispered her name: "How?"
Yange snuggled up in his arms, feeling the rich flavour of meat that was emanating from him at any time, and sighed generally: "That's good."
It's great to be able to hold your food without losing your hand.