Chapter 347

Liuhuo lies on the bed motionless. The smell of monsoon smoke is running between his nose. It's not as sweet as the fragrance of flowers. It's a kind of taste that I don't know how to describe. It's very elegant and fresh. It's like water running through a stream, like clouds around the mountain forest.

Pure people seem to be able to forget the trivial things in the world, as well as the filthiness hidden in the dark.

Liuhuo only dare to quietly wipe the line of sight, watching the silent sleep face of the monsoon smoke.

The appearance of monsoon smoke is not so beautiful now, but it also has a unique beauty. I feel vaguely that the face looks much better than when I met for the first time. But the eyebrows and eyes are still the same, which can't be changed, that is No reason to look good, than any face in the world to look good.

Moonlight through the open windows, in the dark, a wisp of moonlight, hazy moonlight sprinkled in the monsoon smoke eyebrows, into a ray of halo, a little bit of it.

The flowing fire can't tell whether the halo is moonlight or something. I just feel that the monsoon smoke at the moment is warm as if it is wrapped in a light. The little hand on his chest rises and falls with his breath. It belongs to her temperature. Through the thin clothes, it warms his chest a little bit. The temperature seems to be able to pass through the skin, through the flesh and blood, and burn him to jump A moving heart.

Vaguely, the flowing fire saw a golden mist in the eyebrow of the monsoon smoke, slowly winding around.

The flow of fire in the heart to see that touch of gold moment, slightly move.

Between the devil and the devil, he reached out his hand, trying to touch the eyebrow of seasonal wind and smoke, but stopped at a distance.

"I don't want you to hate me..." Liu Huo's eyebrows are tightly wrinkled, and the black and white eyes are clearly marked with the pain that cannot be relieved.

Liuhuo is him, so is Star Tower.

But

She likes one, but hates the other

"I'm sorry." The suppressed voice overflowed from the flowing chest, and the unspeakable secret was suppressed in his soul.

He took back his hand, glanced over the eyebrows of the monsoon smoke, the crooked Qiong nose, the ruddy lips and the white neck. But when he saw the world destroying armor on her neck, his eyes suddenly snapped.

"I'll help you with it." Liu Huo's hand clenched quietly, and he finally took back his sight and slowly closed his eyes.

Even if it's luxury, let him Indulge in this moment.

Even if, in the future, he will be doomed, please give him a happy moment.

Even if only for a moment

Or

The night is silent and the endless secret is hidden between the heaven and the earth. Who can know.

When the monsoon smoke woke up, Liuhuo was still asleep. She propped up and pinched the tip of Liuhuo's nose, causing Liuhuo to frown slightly.

"Well, little Liuhuo, you are really my peach blossom robber." With one hand on his chin, monsoon smoke was content to watch Liuhuo's quiet sleeping face. The immortals seldom contact with love, only because the purpose of them is to ascend the immortals, and their life span in the practice will be much longer than that of ordinary people. They dare not contact, because they are afraid of life and death.

However, I don't know how. Since the moment when jifengyan saw Liuhuo, she felt

She was willing to try out an experience she had never had before.

It's delicious, mostly.