Sweetheart, I’ll Spoil You

"Sleep." His face bullied. A cold kiss fell on her rosy lips. Touch your nose. Spicy aftertaste.

He didn't dare to covet. Just kissed her lightly. One touch. Did not dare to stay there for a long time.

night. Gradually silent. Close. He could smell the fragrance in her breath. It seems all fragrance.

Staring at her beautiful beauty. Pu Yu is a little foolish. The cold fingertips followed the outline of her red lips. Describe her face carefully.

at night. A sigh followed and came out. I don't know. Who is fascinated.

"Do you know. For you. I'm willing to ..."

Rome. The second day. sunny day.

White clouds in the sky. Immaculate. Against the blue sky. It is like the burning sound of a distant ethereal spirit.

Xia Duo once saw on a Weibo that ‘foreign moons are sometimes rounder than domestic. ’This insinuating sentence. It once caused dissatisfaction among most people.

And at the moment. She looked at the same sky. Large floor-to-ceiling windows cut out shadows. Every shot. Road traces.

She looked down. I was seeing the shop door of the ice cream shop opposite being pushed open by customers. That wooden signboard turned over. Strings of wind bells swayed crisp sounds. in the morning. So beautiful. at least. This moment in Rome. It is indeed wonderful.

This mysterious and beautiful foreign capital. It really deserves people's yearning and lingers.

Like this moment. She sat in the revolving restaurant on the third floor. Transparent table glass that almost reflected her image. Several white trays are resting on top. After falling into the sun. Shin the silver arc reflected on the fork.

She was holding milk by her hand. The rich milky aroma of cheesecake is drifting into the nostrils. she thinks. It was really a pleasant morning.

She wanted to try the taste of Italian breakfast. Only when meat dishes such as smoked ham and salami were served. The smell of Xia Yiduo's complexion changed when he smelled the unique fragrance. Hold back the feeling of nausea. He stuck himself to the breakfast table.

This is a very thoughtful hotel in terms of service and taste. Visitors can enjoy breakfast, Chinese dinner and full service here. The third floor of the hotel is a revolving restaurant. The second floor of the hotel is a suite. As for the fourth floor, there is a ballroom bar. And there is a separate building that is unique. It is said that it is a small casino.

Xia Duo was not curious. Because her interest is not high.

It can be said that Yan Yu is very intimate. Know that pregnant women are sensitive to and do not like these smells. Immediately asked the waiter to withdraw a unique Italian breakfast. And ordered the waiter to buy some cakes for her. of course. The latter is an additional tip.

on this side. Fei Yu can be described as extremely gentlemanly. Shayduo thought. Ignore the occasional indulgence of this man plus the export is cheap. She still appreciates him. after all. This is indeed a very good man.

It's strange. She was unknowingly. He has begun to study this person from Yan Yu. But she never dared to admit that this was because she wanted to test the latter's ability to be the father of her child.

"What are you thinking about."

The silver fork cuts slowly on the plate. The beautifully shaped love words of the omelette are slowly cut. Yan Yu's voice was so careless. But with a hint of faint curiosity. "Eating a breakfast can also make you swim outside. Is the scenery outside so beautiful. Can it be compared to the man opposite you, me." Said. Then he moved the cut omelette in the dish to the latter.

Opposite man. Today is still wearing a white casual clothes. The face under the black medium-length hair is handsome. now. His lips curled up. Inadvertent radians. Show his pride and sense of superiority.

Shayduo dragged his chin. Deliberately ignore his words. Looking indefinitely under the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor. That bus has driven. "Oh. I'm not as uninteresting as you. I'm fantasizing about it. Ah. This is a wonderful morning." She took the milk at hand and sipped. Can't help but whisper. The sight stayed out of the window.

once Upon a time. She thought about it. She can take such a bus. No destination. No direction. Just go where.

Maybe someday. She will take root in a village. She will come to a large garden full of camellia. Like every gardener who grows flowers. Carefully grow the flowers.

Maybe every girl's dream is almost the same. When I was young, there were always fantasies. only. Fantasy is ultimately fantasy.

When the illusion disappears. She is still Miss Xia's. Still the treasure that was pampered by my brothers. Her so-called wandering horizon. After all, they can only live in dreams.

"I like Rome very much." Pu Yu looked up. Watching her eyes always looking out the window. Holding the coffee at hand while taking a sip. Asked casually.

"Well. This is probably what I yearn for the most." She rarely retorted. Rest your hands on your jaw. There was a touch of earnest likeness on the expression. That feeling. Called yearning. After airing from the Roman holiday. The city of Rome. Almost filled with the fantasy of how many girls were young. Although the princess' love is only one day. But that day. It's enough to become eternal for a lifetime.

"I thought you women would like a place like Provence" is not a question. But affirmative. Flower field covered with lavender. Shouldn't it be a woman longing for a creature like this.

"No ... you won't understand." Her expression inexplicably became sad again. A little pure face. Shi Cai's excited emotion. It collapsed in half in a flash.

"A lot of things are beautiful. But even if they are beautiful. They are not as good as the original." There is nothing. Comparable to the original. what. There is no substitute.

"Like. Maybe just a joke that occasionally blurted out when you were young. But you never know. Only the joke that blurted out when you were young. Can be remembered." And until people mature. How many people can remember the past. Recall the past. Every non-stop busy person. Everyone who is positive. Maybe only after idle. Enjoy a cup of tea. In order to occasionally think about those years that have been missed. Just like Xia Duo. I have imagined many possibilities. For example, first love in love. Holding hands for the first time. First kiss. First date. First time watching a movie ...

So I once romantically had little things in the lives of boys and girls. She had all dreamed. What kind of man would go with. Then do things that are childish but romantic to her ...