Chapter 2439 Little Cold Fox (118)
Shallow line of tears.
More touching than any language.
The old monster suddenly became warm and pitiful.
A little bit uncomfortable.
Bai Weiwei reluctantly stretched out the leaves and touched his hair.
Don't cry, you are not a devil.
Not just falling out of love.
It’s so long, it’s not going to find a cute fox.
Who is still dying?
Life is the most important thing, and life is going up every day.
As a result, the leaves touched it out, but suddenly she felt that something was wrong. She groaned and found herself touching the gentle and modest hair.
It is a white jade hand.
Young and tender like a flower, even the nails are soft and round.
No damage.
Wen Jinqian also moved his eyelashes, as if he could not believe it.
In his dark twilight, the dark light of the darkness rushed out.
Just set her eyes on her.
In the huge lotus, the lotus petals began to fade.
The girl is sitting in the withered lotus, the silver hair curls are lovely, the round eyes are not smiling, and there are a few bright and festive lights.
She seems to have just woken up and her eyes are awkward.
Wen Jinqian did not dare to move, let the girl's body softly snuggle on his shoulder.
She is a bit confused, "Master?"
Wen Jinqian did not say anything.
Is this a dream, or is it the remnant of the obsession?
After the nine-way Xuan Lei, his enemies were completely eliminated.
But the obsession is still in the bones.
He often saw the shadow of a little fox and ran around him.
When he went to the library, he took the book.
I saw a little fox with a sloppy face, and I was graffitiing the book with a pen.
I don’t study hard at all.
He should have hated such lazy people the most.
I think she should have been like this.
Cute enough to make him want to marry her hair.
But the hand stretched out, just the afterimage.
Or occasionally go to the cafeteria, regardless of the discouraged eyes of the disciple.
Just sit quietly in the place where the little fox had eaten, and then imagine that she still exists.
There are more times to see the afterimage.
Not so fussed.
I even think that without these afterimages, there is no such lotus flower that represents hope.
He has nothing left.
In the lotus, it is everything she has left.
He could not find her soul.
I can only hold a little bit of ashes, I hope to raise her.
Under the lotus pond, it is a gathering of the souls of all his heart and soul.
Day and night just call for a person to return.
He did not force him, and did not imprison her.
Just for the sake of seeing her again.
Look at her again... glance.
Suddenly Wen Jinqian wakes up.
He stared at her, staring at her, from her pretty clear eyes to the red lips she was screaming because of doubts.
It seems that this afterimage is too real.
Bai Weiwei also scolded him, seeming to be bigger than his eyes.
Then she silently, reaching for the big lotus petals and wrapping them on herself.
Bai Weiwei thought: No clothes to wear a bit cold, I have to wrap it.
As for shyness or fucking, don't show off if you don't have that stuff.
Anyway, I have to go after a month, just take care of Wen Jinqian.
So she showed him a lovely smile.
"Master, you are fine."
Perfunctory and regular greetings.
Even a surprised expression is not professional.
Wen Jinqian was silent for a while, as if he finally determined what.
His body leaned forward and the scattered clothes slipped under his shoulders.
The ink was on the back and fell in the pool.
The teenager reached out and held her arm with her fingers, and gently pushed her fingertips into her arms.
It is like determining what is the same.
He hangs thick eyelashes, and the loneliness in the twilight turns into a gold-like emotion.
Then he finally bowed.
Kissed her.
What's the last thing, good night?
(End of this chapter)