The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 226 is too true too.

In the end, is it true that the ink is deep?

This dream is too real...

She almost stood up with inertia, but she was standing on the edge of the sofa, looking up at the man who had more than one head: "That... is it a dream?"

As she said, she reached out and went to pick up the man's face.

Mo Jing Shen did not escape, but when her hand was just about to touch his face, he was directly held by him, pulled down, pinched in his hand and supported her by the force of his hand, did not let her backwards Go down again.

"Well, it's a dream." The man's voice was low and cold, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

The season is warm in front of him, holding a pair of eyes drunk to a certain point, trying to see him.

After watching it for a long time, she suddenly smiled.

If you forget it, it is a dream or an illusion. Anyway, it is not really ink-deep. If she wants to know what to do, she will not be mindful.

"Ink deep!" The warmth of the season is coming up at once, and I intend to play against the illusion of my own eyes. I will show the bad smell of this month. She suddenly pointed at his nose and raised her face. The little face and the faint eyes of the wine, staring at him: "You are a tortoise!"

The man in front of Qing Jun’s eyebrows slightly picks: “Is it going to be awkward?”

"What is it going to be a monk? When the old lady had quarreled with someone else and shouted at the street, it was you didn't see it! Why are the ladies in Haicheng so envious of me? It's not because I used to provoke me one by one, the result is one by one. I was blinded by red eyes! I didn’t know what kind of **** I used to be!"

The warmth of the season suddenly struck up, and then raised his hand to grab his shirt collar, picked up the lips and began her long complaints and vented the journey: "For you, I almost put my body's thorns all over." Pulled out! For our marriage, I try to do everything well, and I never trust you!"

"I was scared in the underground bar the night before, panic to despair, all from the person I never knew! The night after that I knew everything was because of your former fiancee! I don't want to laugh and say it doesn't matter. I do not mind?"

"Do you think I don't have a conscience? I tell you, if I don't have a conscience in the warm season, I won't stick to you like this in my life! What about divorce, I can go far! But I will put all the bets on you in desperation." On the body of Mo Jingshen, I gave it all, all of me! You are indeed unconditionally good to me, but besides that, you are the abyss that I can’t touch at all! I am even worse than your heart. I don't know how many steps!"

The injury on the forehead of the warm season has already healed, and the forehead under the sea is smooth and clean, and I can hardly see what she experienced in the underground bar a month ago.

The man's hand opened her slightly wet and stayed in the sea. She suddenly bit her head and bite on his finger. While biting and thinking about it, it was a dream. He didn’t hurt him and he didn’t hurt. She sent these grievances. Going out, it’s cool, it’s cool, and it’s a good man tomorrow.

He didn't make a profit, but he stretched out his arm to stabilize her almost unsteady body and let her go.

There was some **** smell in his mouth, and the season warmed.

She suddenly whispered, as if a person was muttering: "I should change my life from the beginning. I must have got my head into the water, otherwise why must I be in the siege that you draw? Regan is willing to surrender, and you are blocked by all the addicted man like a poppy. I am wrong and I can't calmly accept my heart. I am too concerned about you. Is it... I... Well……"

......

Then she fell asleep, she didn't know.

The warmth of the season was not stable. In less than half an hour, she made a bunch of messy nightmares. She frowned and suddenly opened her eyes in shock. The glaring lights in the room kept her closed. However, just a glimpse of the previous one is enough for her to see the clear and handsome face of the man.

Realizing that he seems to be lying on the sofa, the ink in the dream is still there.

"Wake up? Is it a headache?" The man's voice fell on her ear.

Hearing this sound, the real horrible, the warm-hearted eyelashes trembled, once again opened the eyes of the blind, and looked at the man's face again, reaching out and trying to touch the illusion will suddenly disappear.

When she reached over, the man's palm suddenly held her waist, and the whole person was taken to his lap and the head was placed on his shoulder. He wanted to sit up straight and his head was still a little bit. A little hangs down on his shoulder.

"Ink Jing Shen..." Her low opening.

"Ok."

"We will not quarrel in the future... well..." The warm season buried his face in his neck, and his voice was somewhat low and soft.

The man's hand rested on top of her head, paused for a moment, and looked at her faintly: "Is it awake or still drunk? Can you recognize me as an illusion or your husband?"

The warmth of the season buried the face deeper in his neck: "I don't know."

Ink squint deep, squinting at her, looking up at her, raising her hand to vent their grievances through the wine, the little woman circled in her arms, not salty and not faint: "Then wait for you to wake up and say, I don't The drunkard spoke."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

She suddenly left her leg, but the man did not let her move: "Drunken into this way, there is still strength to toss, it seems that giving you a month of calm time is not enough, just said no quarrel, now Smelly face to keep a distance from me?"

"You let me go, I want to go down."

"reason?"

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(End of this chapter)