The disease that is about to wear out, the goddess is broken

Chapter 23 The world belongs to you, you belong to me 5
In fact, it's really a good deal, but Mian Luo is a dignified person, "At least twice once." Mian has a lot of self-esteem, Luo turned her head away and said arrogantly.

Nan Chen got his wish and lay on the same bed with the girl.

Mianluo couldn't sleep, she decided to wake the boy up when he fell asleep, the moonlight shone on Mianluo's face, casting a layer of silver light.

The girl's eyebrows were picturesque, and she pursed her bright red and soft lips, looking holy and gentle.Who would have thought that she would actually want to do this.

Is she the devil?
System: I'm not a human, but you are a real dog.

The girl's slender eyelashes concealed the malice in her clean and clear eyes.

After waiting for a while, Mian Luo got up and looked at the beauty beside him. He seemed to have fallen asleep, with long and slender eyelashes hanging neatly on his eyelids, with a snow-white complexion and a delicate jaw line, looking peaceful and harmless.

The girl stretched out her soft fingertips and poked the boy's fair and tender face, but she didn't wake up.

The young man has an exquisite face and a cold and indifferent temperament.

The girl approached him quietly, opened her lips and kissed him lightly.

But the young man opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and steady, "It's not that you can't kiss openly, I'll kiss you, you don't need to kiss secretly." His voice was clear and hoarse, like a rock hitting a clear spring, with a little low magnetism.

Mian Luo had abandoned her dignified and elegant persona, "Why didn't you fall asleep." Her tone was aggrieved and complaining, and her voice was soft.

Nan Chen looked at the girl who was so shy that her hair exploded, "I want to hug you." The boy's eyes were raised, with a slight smile, his expression was obedient, and his temperament was soft and harmless.

Snow-white and slender hands caressed the girl's hair. The black silk crow was black, and the boy's skin was as white as snow, giving him a strong and magnificent beauty.

It was obviously her fault, but he still coaxed her. The girl was silent for a while, and closed her eyes uncomfortably, "Hug."

Nan Chen hugged Mianluo tightly, leaned over and bit the girl's lower lip, leaving light tooth marks, and said in a hoarse and gentle voice, "Go to sleep."

His eyes were dark, dotted with twinkling stars and fine winter snow.

The moonlight is gentle, and the shadows are swaying.

Mianluo had a dream.

In a modern plane, in the twilight, she stands on a wide sky bridge, her blue hair fluttering, and the sea of ​​people is boundless.

But she was walking alone aimlessly, pure and cold snowflakes were falling profusely, light and shadow intertwined, she looked back and saw a young man, since then the prosperity has been scattered.

The vast expanse of stars is your gift for meeting, and the twilight is my gift in return.

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In the afternoon, Mianluo sat on the swing, which Nanchen sent someone to make for her.

The girl had a gentle smile on her pretty face, she looked delicate and weak, but she always felt like she had forgotten something...

The young man behind him is indifferent and cold, but the tall and tall Yuli pushes the swing for the girl from time to time.

"I have something to do in the past few days, so I will take you to play when I come back." Nan Chen's thin lips parted slightly, a little sexy and bewitching.

Mian Luo didn't seem to care much, she responded lightly.

In fact, she was just distracted.

The beauty's dark and cold ink pupils were clean and clear, the pupils shrunk slightly, and her curly and thick eyelashes trembled. She looked aggrieved and forbearing, "You must not fall in love with others, you have to wait for me." Her voice was hoarse.

Mianluo jumped off the swing, the tassels on the step swing were exquisite and gorgeous, and the impact made a crisp sound.

She stood in front of Nan Chen, "You lower your head."

Nan Chen bowed her head obediently, the girl stretched out her small hand, and touched the boy's head, "Jiaojiao, I won't fall in love with anyone else." It's beyond my expectation to like you.

I potato you.
neither like nor love
　No matter how you look at the nickname of the main god, you like it.

　　I like you
　　I potato you intermediate like
　　I love you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)