If you don't eat sweets for half a month, she will die!!"
Classmate Song, this is not a discussion, it's an order."
Huo Yunque picked up the book again, Song Yunque pursed his lips and squinted at the cover.is a sonnet by Shakespeare.The rain fell on the glass of the flower room, ticking and ticking.Song Miao said unwillingly: "Then you are not allowed to come to my room for half a month!"
”She raised her eyebrows proudly and praised herself in her heart.I'm such a clever little ghost.In the next second, Huo Yunque's big palm landed on top of her head and pushed her smug back."
Deal."
The Huo family has more than one room.Song Miao: "......" is so angry!
She fluttered a few times in Huo Yunque's arms, her waist was pinched, and the man's tone was calm, with a magic that made people involuntarily obedient."
Be nice, read you poetry.""
Poetry?
Shakespeare?
”Song Miao was stunned, her head rested on the man's collarbone, and she twisted her head to look.The original text, densely packed with English fonts.A thick book, for Song Miao, is strange and nostalgic.Before she died, her brother had just bought her a book by Shakespeare.The book of poems with maple leaves should still be at her bedside.It's just that I don't have the opportunity to open it with my own hands in my life.The surrounding area is full of flowers, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.Huo Yunque combed her hand and gently stroked her hair.Song Miao's heart suddenly calmed down.She rubbed his neck and looked up at the round drops of rain on the clear glass.The curled and thick eyelashes are slightly agitated, like a butterfly about to fly.The sound of the rain mixed with the man's deep magnetic voice, fermenting into a special romantic atmosphere.This poem, Song Miao has not read yet, it is strange and novel.My lover's eyes are not sunny, and the coral is far redder than her lips.Her breasts are not snow-white and bright, and her hair is full of black silk, and she cannot compare with gold threads.I've seen pink, red, and snow-white roses, but I haven't seen a bud bloom on her face.There are many richly fragrant perfumes that are more intoxicating than my lover's breath.Although I love to listen to her whispers, I know that the better sound is the silk bamboo orchestra.I also admit that my lover's gestures do not remind me of the descent of the immortals.But God testifies, I think my lover is really rare, not inferior to those pretentious red faces.…… The rain grew heavier, drowning away the man's low murmur.But every sentence, every word, seemed to have life, and it passed through the ear canal and jumped to her heart.Plop, plop, plop......
It seemed that the sound of the rain couldn't suppress her heartbeat.The man saw her reddened cheeks, as if stealing the sunset.Huo Yunque couldn't help but laugh lowly, his chest shook slightly, and he gently pinched the back of her neck.Song Miao hugged his neck and raised her eyes.The small face is more delicate than a flower, focusing on depicting the man's clear facial features.Suddenly, he spoke."
shalliparetheetoasur039sday" Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and in his calm eyes, it was like falling into a drop of rain, slowly rippling ripples.May I compare you to a summer day?
After being slightly stunned, he couldn't help but laugh lowly."
Thanks for the compliment."
Song Miao buried herself in his arms, her cheeks hot.But there is a girl in a small dress in my heart, constantly spinning and spinning.I'm dying of excitement.The most comfortable relationship in the world is probably like this.Snuggle quietly on a rainy day, and with just one word, the other person can think what you think.There is no need to waste energy at all.