"Master, I like you."

The six words that fluttered, like the wind blowing feathers, slipped over the tip of the heart with that soft fluff.

For a moment, he trembled in blood.But the words hide their emotions are very good, that the season ice does not find the glittering surge and excitement in the depths of his eyes.

There is also some ice drinking in the season.This confession, more than a year late, do not know that the words will not be happy to hear.

Seasonal ice in the heart of the heart to cheer themselves, said, "I like you very much, have always liked."I was not qualified to say that to you before.Now, I think I am not a mediocre person, maybe I have the qualification to become the master's girlfriend?"

The speech did not return in time.

He just squinted and watched the short hair and pure beautiful face of the sunset in the middle of the sunset.

The ice he was nervous.

“Master, what’s your answer?”At this moment, Ji Dingbing finally realized that the last time she confessed to her, she deliberately hung him without answering the mood.

When you are really on a roller coaster, fashion, fall.

He suddenly said, "Call me by my name."

Seasonal ice eyes curdled, "What?"

“I said, ‘Call my name.’Say it again.

Seasonal ice open mouth, how can not call those two words.

She said, "That's offensive."

He said, “You don’t even have the courage to call my name, what do you love me for?”

This, like a stick in the head, wake up to the season to drink ice.

She plucked up the courage, and her lips moved for a moment before she gently shouted out the two words, "Words, Words."Clear and cold tone, shouting out the name of the speech, the first time heard his name from the mouth of the season drinking ice, some novel.

He was like a drug addict, and he was addicted to her voice, and he said, "Shout again."

“The Word.”

Every time I call him by his name, the sound is particularly beautiful.

Because she loved the owner of the name, she was in a loving tone when she mentioned it.

The word suddenly laughed.

He closed his eyes, pressed his hands under his head, closed his eyes, and said, "Keep shouting."

He called her name as a soft hypnotic song, wanting to sleep with this shallow voice.Like a baby, I like to listen to my mother's humming into sleep.

“The Word.”

“The Word.”

“The Word...”

Seasonal ice shouted over and over again, and when she found that the word was asleep, she shut her mouth.Season ice to look around, see no one, sneakily moved the knee to the side of the words.She opened her kneeling legs, and lay down gently beside her.

She learned to close her eyes like that.

The sun was bathed in them, the mottled sunset slanted from the distance, and the wind blew the leaves of the oak.

Listen to the sound of the leaves shaking, and the seasonal ice also comes to sleep.

At this moment, the man next to him suddenly moved.

The ice was about to open its eyes, and the body was pulled by a long arm into a warm and powerful chest.

She was hugged tightly.

They are very close, and the seasonal ice can be heard with a vibrant heartbeat.

She dared not move.

After a while, the season drank ice quietly looked up to see the words, the words were still closed, but the cold and hard lips, but I don't know when, hooked up.

The heart is full of spirit, and the season of drinking ice is also installed to sleep, and he is motionless in his arms.

...

The seasonal ice was supposed to be sleeping, it may be that the breeze is just right, and she really fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was dark and dark around her, but she could see the night view of Mengcheng in the distance.Seasonal ice squinted at the night scene, when the voice sounded in his ear, "You get up, I have some numbness in my hand."

Those who say that sleeping in the middle of a night may not be a single dog that has not really been held for the whole night.

In fact, the person who has been holding people to sleep, although the person who sleeps is comfortable, the person holding the person's hands are all numb.

The ice rose red ears.

She was a little embarrassed, wanted to apologize, and felt unnecessary.

It’s not that she asked for a hug.

He rubbed his arms and said, “It’s dark, we’re eating out and then we’re going back?”

Seasonal ice cream says okay.

They stood up at the same time and walked under the hill.

The slanted grass is not flat, and the seasonal ice wears high heels, and it is inconvenient to walk at night.Suddenly she bowed her head in front of her and bent her back.

Seasonal ice.

She had no hope of her eyes, so he had to remind him.“Come up.”

Seasonal ice bites his lips, hesitates for a moment, and then says, “Is that all right?”

"It is necessary to take you, to carry you, to sleep with you."He asked her, “Is it true that the two of us are going to talk about this for a lifetime of pure love?”

Seasonal ice is sleeping you two words make you more blushing.

She thought, feel that this is said, although the words are not rough, it is indeed this reason.

She jumped on the back of the speech.

All the way down, Seasonal Ice said, "I feel like I'm dreaming."

As she finished, her ass was suddenly patted.

The ice of the season exclaimed.

He asked, “Do I even pat your ass in my dreams?”

The ice of the season was made by his temper.

He heard the ice-drinking head burying his head in the middle of his neck and shoulders, and said, "You never move in the dream, but I kiss you."

The expression of the speech showed nearly half a minute of sluggishness.

After a short shock, he accepted that the season of drinking ice was a little sullen fact.

He whispered, "You don't see, you're thinking very unhealthy."

Seasonal ice is too shy to speak.

She would prostitute herself in her dreams, would abuse Vera at the training ground, and would blush at him.This kind of season drinking ice is more real and vivid, but it is also more loved.On the other hand, he walked in the direction of the car and thought in his heart that perhaps this was what love should be like.

Two people who are really in love, together, the topic of conversation is not necessarily the hand of the son, the old hand, the life is not all before the flower, honey oil.They would grab their toothbrushes in the bathroom with their eyes on their slippers and talk.Will quarrel, will make love, will say indeed words, will also in a critical moment, do not hesitate to give their lives for each other.

He suddenly realized a little interest in love.

Unlike before he and Vera were together, it was not called love, it was called living guilt.

He thanked himself for bringing the skinny little slave home ten years ago.

...

The two of them went home for dinner.

Words had just returned from abroad, wearing loose casual clothes, she sat at the table to eat, and saw him hand in hand to come back, some surprised.

“Oh, let’s get together?”

The words of the sister are beautiful, but the speech is also vulgar.