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The light and shadow are bright and beautiful, and the wood covers it with hands.

Two hands, one big and one small, coincide in the sun; a throbbing warmth extends from the palm to the heart.

"Close your eyes," he said softly

"Well." Zuo en is very obedient to play up his eyes, plump wings eyelashes, shaking like a phoenix tail flying down.

The air seems to have water bubbles in the infinite rise, wood eyes covered with a layer of water mist, water condensation beads, flashing crystal light, heavy as if to drop down.

However, when she bends her mouth and smiles, the tears in her eyes are restrained. When she can smile, smile as much as possible. When you can have it, you should treasure it more.

"The match between you and Shiloh will officially begin in a week," said the Duke. But I have to be honest with you, I don't think much of you. Because I'm always on Shiloh's side

In the overlapping space of two hands, even the breeze can not penetrate, only each other's breathing pulse in the simple, subtle and micro jump pulse.

It's a palpitation of the heart, which melts and nibbles in each other's blood; from restlessness to peace; from anxiety to precipitation; from rejection to mutual fusion.

This kind of precious possession must go through a slow, green and bitter process in order to have results.

In the absence of support from the outside world and the British royal family, she was under great pressure, great and great, but she never regretted.

She is not afraid of any threat, no matter what the outcome of the game will be.

When she has strength, even if it is as tiny as an ant, she will try her best.

As long as Zuo en gives her a belief, even if this belief, the glimmer is like a candle, but in her heart, it can be as solid and eternal as a diamond!

"I feel your heartbeat, thump, thump, thump..."

Mu Mu closed his eyes, and then after a few seconds, his face was as red as morning glow.

"What a fool. If there is no heartbeat, it's a dead man. Pig

Zuo en raised his hand and flicked her forehead. He was a real idiot.

"You're a pig. Don't you feel it?"

She blinked and winked at him. In fact, what she wanted to say was that our hearts beat with the same pulse, just like lovers who have made a contract. Fate is connected and life and death are together.

Zoen, is this pig really a piece of science wood? Never talk sweet?

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