Gong Mo Yi breaths tightly, now she has no lines in her hand, so she can not cover up her mood with other.
Why did this guy suddenly say it?
She pouted: "I didn't judge you again. You said it as if I cared!"
Xi Yancheng also does not break her words, just smile: "afraid you misunderstood me, do not give opportunities."
Gong Mo Yi looked at his hand, and finally found a place where he could settle. His heart felt sweet. All the discomfort just now broke away.
But she still did not speak, looked at the cocoon in his hand, thinking how he could thrush, and play the piano, but also shoot like God.
Xiyancheng thought she didn't believe it, so he explained: "my sister used to ask me to help her draw, so if she had more, she would. By the way, she's on a university holiday and I'll show you to her the other day. "
Gong Moyi nodded, and did not follow the words of the west, but grabbed the hand of the West Yancheng, and opened his finger to start the study.
He played his hand by her. At this moment, he only felt that his little girl was still the one at the beginning. Sometimes she was so good that she was not good at times, rebellious and sometimes very strange.
Gong Mo Yi saw that the scab just fell off the hand of Xi Yancheng, so he asked, "was it hurt when he was out of the task before?"
Xiyancheng nodded, "well, it was cut by wire."
"Does it hurt?" Asked Gong Moy again.
"A little bit." "It's OK, but it wasn't really a big feeling," said Xi
"Is it because it was too dangerous at that time that the pain seemed to have been ignored?" Asked Gong Moy.
"Almost." Xiyancheng nodded.
"What were you thinking about when you called me?" Asked Gong Moy again.
"You." The West Yancheng road.
Gong Mo Yi held the force of the West Yancheng finger trembled, she dropped her eyes: "the danger will not call later."
"It's OK. I'm not back safely?" Xiyancheng smiles.
He looked down at her white and tender fingers, and his heart read and moved her hand in his palm.
Palace Mo Yi gently pumping, can not pump out, so not moved.
"I will listen to my work when I go out together. I will not let you go. Don't you go. Remember?" Asked Xi Yancheng.
Gong Mo Yi nodded and said again: "then are you so partial to me?"
"It's OK, I've been partisan since I was a kid, used to it." "In the next few decades, we will continue to be partial," Xi Yancheng said
Gong Moyi again took a hand this time, and xiyancheng was not in trouble. She knew that the little girl was brave, but she didn't make up her mind to love, so she was a little timid.
He asked her, "do you think it's early love to be in love now?"
"My mother was 20 years old and fell in love," said Gong Mo Yi
Xiyancheng was laughed: "OK, I'll wait for you to be twenty."
Gong Mo Yi took his hand and played again. He always felt that men's hands were too different from women. Their hands were broad and hard, and their bones seemed to be a little cold and fierce.
she sighed, "what do you say if your hands are painted with nail polish?"
Xiyancheng reached out to pinch the palace Mo Yi's face: "dare you try?"
Miyagi raised his eyes: "I secretly painted you how would you?"
she thought of the group of soldiers and saw their captain paint the nail polish. The scene did not know how funny it was, so she could not help laughing.
But the man was low and said, "OK, you paint me a nail, I kiss you. You painted me both hands, I kissed you ten times. "
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