Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The little girl who usually chirps is no longer afraid: "Lu Xinglan, do you like me?"

Yes, I finally got the hang of it.

Lu Xinglan picked her up, flicked the snow off his cuffs, and placed her on the sports equipment in the community. He put his hands on both sides of her: "I have a backache, you'll be replaced."

Change her to bend over and kiss him.

"it is good."

She hugged him, bent over, as he wished,

Like her obedient,

Also like her disobedience.

Like her behaved,

Also like that she is not good.

I like the way she has her eyes open and his eyes are full.

He raised his head and ate the snow that fell on her lips, vaguely, he answered two words: "Yes."

Lu Xinglan, do you like me?

Yes.

Like her clumsy and cramped,

Also like her occasional cleverness.

Like her smiling like a flower,

She also likes her teeth and claws.

She likes her holding him obediently, lying on his shoulder and smilingly calling him "Mr. Lu Xinglan".

He softened his heart into a puddle of water and surrendered to her.

There was no one in the middle of the night, the wind and snow were heavy, the sky was too dark, I couldn't see the galaxy when I looked up, but I could see the footprints of my sweetheart under the street lamp when I lower my head.

Along the way, Su Lihua didn't speak, and Lin Dongshan didn't speak, and walked behind him. She was afraid that he would turn around and see the love she couldn't hide, and she was afraid that he would not turn around.

He never looked back.

Lin Dongshan smiled bitterly and followed him into the car.

"Are you here to see Gu Yu?" She spoke first.

Su Lihua had already pinched the cigarette, and the lighter was still in his hand. He said, "Come to see you." His eyelids were half closed and his eyes were too deep, and he didn't know what emotions were in it.

There was a bright red on the lighter he was playing with, which came from his cuff.

She was in a panic and grabbed his hand: "Why is your hand bleeding?"

clatter.

The lighter fell off.

Su Lihua didn't care about the blood on her hand, but stared at that hand: "It's someone else's blood."

Of course he didn't shoot.

That kind of scum is not good enough for his modified gun with an excellent range.

The cuff is Xia Fangming's blood. He didn't bleed, but his hand was also injured. Seeing his bony joints was bruised, he knew that he had multiple hands.

Lin Dongshan let go: "Are you fighting with someone?"

"No." To be precise...he admitted, "I hit someone."

Lin Dongshan had heard of Su Lihua's name when he was in Pullman. Some said he was cruel and unfathomable. But most often, he was like a monk, ruthless and unhappy, like Gao. The people sitting on the altar are cold and unpopular.

Lin Dongshan looked at him, trying to see his heart from his eyes.

"Lin Dongshan."

She saw it, and his eyes were angry.

He said: "Don't go out on a blind date."

She had a guess in her heart, and asked tentatively: "Did you hit Doctor Xia?"

He smiled, raised his eyebrows, and even smiled with a chill: "Why, you want to question me?"

She was sure now, and he was here to question.

"Lin Dongshan, if you want to find your stepdad for Gu Yu, did you have to ask my dear father's opinion?" The smoke that was always trapped in his eyes dissipated, because there was no concealment, that was so cruel in his bones. Brought out by anger, "Xia Fangming can't do it, don't meet him privately in the future."

Lin Dongshan thought of the boy, the boy who sent her to Su Lihua's room. As a young man, he was frightening, he was moody, he took torturing people for fun, he crawled out of the bones, he didn't understand love, only knew how to kill, had never seen the wind, the wind and the snow, only the blood and the rain.

The birthday man who bought and sold her said that this little master still looks more like his uncle.

Lin Dongshan can probably understand what kind of wind and rain Su Lihua has gone through to achieve this indifferent body. She suddenly wanted to hug him.

She lowered her head and suppressed the emotion that was about to break through: "I will go back first."

Her hand just touched the car door when she was held down by him.

"Lin Dongshan," his voice was too low, a little hoarse, and the pressure in his eyes was about to burst out, "Is it okay to listen to it once?"

Her god, ask her, can you?

Lin Dongshan nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I'm not going on a blind date anymore."

He closed the window and threw all the wind and snow whistling out of the car.

"I'm not talking about this."

When he drove the car to the back door of a remote community, when he pressed his body to kiss her, and when his hand touched the underwear button behind her, she knew what he was talking about.

She was trembling all over, she couldn't hear anything, only his voice was left in her ears: "I will give you one last chance," he said, "Push me away."

This is her god, the **** she wants to chase even after she abandoned Hongchen.

She raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder tremblingly.

"Su Lihua, I am afraid of the cold."

He picked her up and undressed her: "Hold me tight."

The snow is still falling, layer upon layer.

Crunch.

The branches were bent down, and the six-petal silver flowers rustled down.

That night, Chen Xiangtai stayed up all night, and Lin Dongshan...well, stayed up all night.

Gu Yu got into Chen Xiangtai's quilt. When she was drowsy, he asked her: "Aunt Xiangtai, why isn't my mother coming back?"

Chen Xiangtai rolled very lightly and lightly: "Because of your father."

She hid under the blanket and laughed.

"Aunt Xiangtai, why have you been laughing?"

She looked at the ceiling, eyes like stars: "Do I have one?"

"Yes, the bed is shaking."

"Oh, then I won't laugh."

But the bed was still shaking.