A wooden comb, very simple, with some patterns on it, seems to be flowers or something, she has tried to identify many times, but always can not tell.
Holding his hair and combing for a moment, the pain was overwhelming at last, and she hurriedly combed a few times and pulled a bitch.
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Her hands seemed to settle for a long time, her hair tightened.
Long Fei Li frowned.
His character has always been restrained and calm, but he is inexplicably agitated, mixed with the anger that has just been born, just like a bitter bite in his heart.
The body did not feel a movement, her hand suddenly released under his movement, something fell from his shoulder to his knee, he narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dull.
This comb was given to her by him.
He and she had a wonderful folk life. From entering the execution ground, he noticed that she was holding something in her hand, like scratching her heart, scratching bleeding marks, and itching and pain.
He wanted to know what it was.
Why did she want to give her a wish?
The truth is, he didn't know.
Obviously she fell down on the bed, with big drops of tears hanging from her eyes, her body trembling with fear, and his anger and hatred escaped from her tight body.
Maybe, just want to see what she was holding tight to death.
Maybe, it's that simple.
It must be that simple.
do not feel turned around ~.
What things fell down.
A few strands of snow rolled in, and the people outside seemed to be impatient and noisy.
好像 好像 There seems to be Xu Yan's voice whispering to him outside the urn.
Specifically, what they said, he did not know.
He didn't want to know.
eyes fell on his own hands, fair and slender, with a body on his hands.
There is no temperature.
As cold as the little hand that was tucked into his hand just now.
Why didn't you just hold it?
She clasped her hands even smaller, but to get closer to him.
He regretted bringing his palms together.
She was infected with other men, pregnant with other children. His caressed body ~ body was also wantonly occupied by other men.
She had called him Ali sweetly, and then she gave him another nickname.
How dare she. Three thousand pets, but in the end it was a betrayal? She belongs to him, it's just him. How can there be another man in her heart?
fierce anger, and hate like a backlog of thousands of years.
He wanted to kill her.
铁 Penetrating her feet with iron hooks, raging violently in her body, using the cruelest punishment to cut her apart. Only in this way can he calm his hatred.
And now she is dead.
She was finally dead.
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