Her eyes struggled, and her will was almost controlled by the wave of kuai in her body. Her eyes, however, still saw his expression at the moment, exquisite and beautiful five organs, because of the hidden and nearly distorted.
And is his forbearance just to hear her say it? There was a softness in her mind, her belly teeth biting her lip flap, her body fluttering slightly, and her hand lifted up hard, touching her face directly above her.
His body, because of her active contact, became instantly stiff. And his sight, staring at her, seemed to be a little hard to believe, “Ki… Ki…”
“I… didn’t want to leave… she just wanted to be quiet, she just wanted to sort out the messy thoughts in her head.
Her voice spat intermittently from the mouth, and though the bite was somewhat unclear, he listened.
“Not… to leave?” he muttered, seemingly unable to believe what he had heard.
“… no.”
The next moment, his zhong swell into her quiet xue.
“Well,” she snapped, her hands instinctively grabbing his shoulder.
He felt her warmth and tightness, ying a large yu gaze, straight to the deepest part of the hua heart, and once again, struck.
She did not want to leave, it turned out that she did not want to leave, and at this moment his mind was full of this. So she will forgive him, will she?
So, does she belong to him?
“Kiki, you know, how much do I love you? “How can’t he leave you?” he leaned down and murmured in her ear.
And she, the consciousness has long been blurred, the mouth unconscious escape Shen, can not hear what he is saying. His long, dark hair was soaked in sweat, and his strong lv impact left her breathless.
As his yu looked for the final hit, a hot, burning heat came out, and he lay on her, clinging to each other’s barefoot skin.
She gasped, surrounded by his ears, and his words, buried deep in her body, could not be withdrawn.
“Kiki…” he shouted her name, and after half a day did not hear the answer, he found that she had fallen asleep.
His fingers were brushed open by her cheeks, quietly nodded at what she was like when she was asleep, She’s like a doll bear at the moment, Just lie down quietly, and you can’t go anywhere without someone picking it up.
If she were a doll bear, would it be better? She knew how terrified he was when he watched her take her clothes out and watch her go out of the room.
It was as if all around him had suddenly become dark, dark as if nothing existed, not even himself.
But if she really is a puppet bear, then she won’t laugh at him, won’t talk to him, and there won’t be that warmth, the warmth of his affection.
Stood up, King said, holding Sharkey, who was still sleeping, and went into the bathroom.
He carefully put her in the bathtub and brushed her body gently with warm water. He cleansed her body, then dried it with a towel, and finally took her back to bed.
She was still asleep, and he put the bedding over her, help her tuck one side into the corner, Then open the other side of the bedding and squeeze it into the bedding, The whole man curled up and lay by her side in a dreamy exchange system.
“Don’t love me, Kiki, even if you’re angry again, don’t love me again.” Because that’s what he can’t afford.
When Sharkey woke up, he saw only the face of King’s word in close proximity. He lay by her side, his body bowed, like a shrimp, and his eyes were open, and he was fixed on her.
Sharkey had to move her body for a moment, feeling a sore body, which suddenly reminded her of what had happened before she fell asleep.
Her face was soaked with blushes, and she wanted to get up and get her clothes, only to find her left hand clasped with his right hand.
“Do you want to get up?” he asked.
Well, her finger was drawn from her finger, and she got out of bed and turned out of her wardrobe – his trousers and jumpers, her midi skirt.
Sharkey was trying to take her hand out of the bedding, but King said nothing to her.
“I want to wear it for Kiki,” he said.
“I’ll wear it myself,” she said.
“But I wanted to wear it to Kiki,” he insisted, and there was no room for the look on his face.
Sharkey, however, had nothing under him that he had not seen, and had to be asked to help her wear a piece of clothing on her.
When he dressed her, neither of them spoke, and none of them mentioned the same thing three years ago. It was as if last night’s dispute, her questioning, his acknowledgement, her pain, the fog in his eyes had never existed.
After putting on his coat and skirt, he suddenly squatted half way down, kneeled on one knee on the ground, lifted one of her feet, laid her feet on his lap, and put socks on her hand.
Immediately afterwards, as he had done, he put his socks into her other foot.
Looking at King, Sharkey asked suddenly, “What have I done this decade, you know?”
“Well,” he said lowly.
“Is someone secretly sent to spy on me?” It seems that there is only this possibility.
“Well,” he said again.
“Now, are these people still spying on me?”
“No, since I met you again, I removed all of them.” He still bowed his head and held his finger on her ankle.
“What are you going to do if he didn’t break up with me that year?” asked Sharkey.
Jong said this slowly raised his head. “No, Yenanqing will break up with you.”
“Why is it so certain?”
“Because he cares for you, absolutely not so deeply for me.” His voice is so sure, without any hesitation, “Kiki, no one in the world cares more about you than I do, even your mother, than I do.”
She was aghast, feeling only that he was pinching his ankle, and constantly getting hot.
His fingers were almost as if he were going to burn her…
