Chapter 825: You who want to live

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"Ah..." She stopped and sneeze out.
At this time, his hands were crossed, taking the warm body temperature.
"Stop fooling around and go home.>
It seems to be a very common sentence, just like the husband and wife are awkward, but they are not awkward, they are divorced.
"Ah..." She sneezes again, and now she feels cold.
"Let's go," Lu Yi clenched her hand, the man's big palm was still the same, the previous dry temperature.
In fact, compared to holding a cold tombstone, is it a living person, is it not a bad achievement?
Yan Huan secretly watched the man still have a very cold jaw, still the same rigid arc, all of which was on his face, he was really not warm enough, nor soft enough. However, the face was cold and soft, as if this It is his temperament.
In fact, he never changed.
So who changed?
Is it her or time.
In other words, what has actually changed.
Lu Yi opened the door, then took Yan Huan's clothes from the closet and put them in her arms.
"Bath, I'll cook some soup for you."
At this time, Yan Huan was like a soup chicken pulled from the water, but Lu Yi seemed to be the same. The clothes on his body were soaked, and Lu Yi pushed her again.
"Go."
Yan Huan hugged his clothes, glanced at him again, and then walked into the bathroom. At this time, everything here is with his breath, so that the things that should have disappeared, once again distinct, also It is alive, and these are fresh and vivid reasons, not others, but him, Lu Yi, a living Lu Yi, a living person.
The hot water rushed down, but Yan Huan hugged his legs, crying depressively.
What to do, she still can't bear him.
Even if he knew clearly that with him, he might have harmed him, and he would have no children in his life, but she still couldn't bear it, what to do, what to do?
She came out from the bath and changed into a dress. She put it here. She bought it a long time ago. She doesn't change clothes as diligently as she likes to wear.
Lu Yi came out of the kitchen with a bowl in his hand. Above the bowl, the steam was clearly visible.
"Drink it," Lu Yi put the bowl in front of Yan Huan.
As far as Huan smells, she knows that it is soup. Her physique is strange. Sometimes she has a cold. You just need to drink a bowl of soup. She sweats a lot and you don’t need to take medicine.
So in the past few years, she has had a lot of colds, but she has taken fewer medicines. Most of the time, she drank a bowl of soup and slept, and the next day would probably be fine.
Lu Yi took the hair dryer, let Yan Huan sit down, and then blew her hair for her.
Yan Huan blew the soup in the bowl, and then drank it bit by bit. The soup warmed from her stomach to the whole body just after a stomachache, although it was full of the spicy taste unique to ginger, but it drank It is very comfortable.
After drinking a bowl of soup, Yan Huan put down the bowl and she turned around. Lu Yi was still in a wet suit, but his hand was always dry.
He stretched his fingers and wiped Yan Huan's heel, and then smiled at her.
Yan Huan lowered his eyelashes slightly, as if waiting for the accumulation of moisture, or for the condensation of mist, beads, drops, and then falling.
Suddenly, she reached out and hugged Lu Yi's waist, even if he was wearing a wet suit, but through the clothes, he could feel his body temperature just like before, in fact, it had not changed at all. Yes, really.
"The clothes on my body were wet, and Lu Yi gently stroked Yan Huan's hair. For a long time, she had not been so close to him.
Yan Huan sucked his nose, "Buying his face on his chest is also listening to the sound of his heart beating.
Listen, my heart is still beating.
Listen, I'm still alive
Listen, I can live a long time.
Lu Yi did not understand what she said, but he only heard one sentence.
I want to hold such a living person more than holding a cold tombstone.
Suddenly, his nose was sore, and the sour feeling almost broke through the corners of his eyes, so he was cut, ruptured, hurt, and hurt.
There was a thin ray of sunlight coming from outside the window, which happened to be on a double bed with a purple lavender bear on the head. The bear smiled humbly and looked back to the room again. On a soft quilt, there was a mass of things, but the latter mass rolled the quilt to the side. It may have been pierced by the current sunlight. The uncomfortable one moved the position again, almost all the head Changed a position with the foot, and then a white and tender little foot stretched out, so rubbed the bed sheet, five tender toes like crystal grapes, also curled up, all said, long beautiful woman There must be a pair of beautiful feet, so I don’t know if the owner with such a pair of feet is a beauty.
At this time, a big palm reached out and held the little foot. The woman's foot was quite small, almost all the same size as the big hand.
Then the big hand tucked the little foot in his hand into the quilt. It's no wonder that the stronger the light coming in through the window, she has to turn her head to sleep.
The man by the bed stood up, then walked to the window, and then stretched out his hand to pull the window away, which also cut off the outside light.
But at this time, the woman lying in the quilt felt comfortable, and her beautiful red lips also bent gently. She held the quilt, her sleep was strong, and her soft black hair was also like a seaweed. Scattered on her shoulders, the dark hair is also really making the face more delicate and beautiful. Sure enough, a woman who is as good as a woman will have a pair of beautiful feet, and a woman with a pair of beautiful feet will want to have one. A beautiful face.
At the age of twenty-seven, it's not too small, but it's still like twenty years old. The skin is rosy and pale, and it's also a blow. The has treated her very well. The time for others may be years and wrinkles. , But for her, but only this exquisite beauty.
However, she was very young, twenty-seven years old, thirty years old, three years away, thirty-six years old, and nine years away. If she wishes, she is still playing a role in the entertainment industry. The girl, just like before Liang Chen, was still playing a girl when she was 32 years old.
"Huanhuan, come and sign this."
Lu Yi brought a stack of things and put them in front of Yan Huan.