Before you have been cured of your illness, you should not mention the word "love" to anyone.

Because her love is a disease, and the disease can be cured by physical and chemical means.

But "I love you" says too much, others will take it seriously...

"Your name is Yan Shiyu, well, I'm Chu Yunting. ”

The petite girl looked up at the boy with undisguised fear and flinching in her eyes.

Unnaturally don't overdo it, cheeks are slightly red and nervous, well-behaved and weak.

The person who saved his life, is his name Chu Yunting?

Yan Shi's delicate hand tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, and silently recited the boy's name many times in her heart.

"Chu Yunting!" A delicate and soft sweet smile bloomed at the corner of the girl's mouth, a little shy, a little flickering.

obviously didn't look very confident, but he called his name so firmly.

The girl's smile remained in the bottom of his heart, and the boy's outstanding eyebrows were hidden in her eyes.

As many people tease as they swear, they only smile at the flowers.

Through the bone marrow lovesickness, how can she turn around when she goes to Qiubo?

The most is that glance is shy, like a water lotus, not a cool breeze and gentle.

Messed up the heart, around the clear mind, a dream, the mirror flower and the moon are shattered at the touch, the mist is confused, and the illusion stops fishing for the moon in the water.

She loved him, a serious delusion.

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In the room—

The shallow breath of the little man on the sofa was like a feather in the air, not stained with dust, and she wanted to touch it, but she couldn't bear to disturb her peace.

She seemed to be sleeping very unsteadily, and even in her sleep, her beautiful eyebrows were still frowning faintly.

The delicate face is slightly wrinkled, with shallow worry.

Nightmares trapped her inside again and again, and she was haggard, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pity.

The man stretched out his hand, his slender fingers slowly caressing her delicate cheeks, watching her fall asleep.

Yan Shiyu slept for a full three hours, and in her dream, she returned to her dark childhood, and saw her and his first meeting again.

Chu Yuchen stood up and took a blanket to cover Yan Shiyu's body.

Lifting her arm and tugging the corners of the quilt, she wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, looking down from above, but her gaze suddenly stopped on her slender waist.

The man sat on the edge of the sofa, he was not as serious as he was in a formal suit, his casual clothes hung on his body, and his neckline was half open to him.

The original ordinary clothes were worn on his body, and he was forced to have a sense of luxury by his powerful aura.

The muscles in his chest gradually changed as he looked downward, his breathing fluctuated unsteadily, and his eyes gradually changed.

It is said that women want to talk about beauty, looking at the face and hands, but this kind of beauty is superficial beauty, and no matter how beautiful the vase is, it is only external, and has no connotation.

What really evaluates a woman is the waist.

The woman's waist is charming, connecting the previous and the next, with the beauty of graceful swirling, giving people infinite reverie and fantasy.

Not only is it as thin as silk and touching, but more importantly, it is slender and beautiful, strong and powerful, which is a combination of sensuality and beauty.

The peach face is facing the mirror, his neck is slightly crooked, his hands are like jade, and he is softly combed in the **.

Sakura's lips are pouting on hairpins, and her lover is buried in the sofa, her heart is beating like a pound, her throat is dry like a burn, and her waist is wrapped around like a water snake.

Soft as a boneless hug in his arms, he is allowed to be ravaged by a sexy, charming, or pitiful posture.

Restrained by his body, rubbing his thin waist and kissing his small mouth, how can it be a picture of ecstasy?

The Tao is not aware of the taste, one side tastes, measures the knife Gui, adjusts it into a medicine wrap, and Ning Jiao'er continues to lang.

Merry sentences, let Tuntian Liuqi, once Fu Su Niang, really can hook a man's heart itching, I just can't wait to fold it on my waist!

Yan Shiyu closed her eyes tightly, moved uneasily, and struggled to move away from the hot touch that made her a little uncomfortable.

The man's hand bones at the waist are slender and white, like the hands of a pianist, extremely noble and beautiful.

But at this moment, those hands are doing the most despicable thing, taking advantage of the danger of others, and she touched the girl's waist by being unguarded in her sleep.

Helping, touching, kneading, pinching, doing all the dirty things.

This behavior is an ordinary person, if someone is caught, it will definitely be dealt with as a shameless disciple!

But this scene appeared on a man who shouldn't have appeared, and no matter how obscene the actions were, they all changed their meanings, licking the tip of the tongue, and the taste of demons.

The man's evil and charming phoenix eyes were not as noble as before, they were dyed with a trace of desire, licked his lips, and pressed his body directly.

I once heard that Chu Yuchen, the second son of the Chu family in City A, had a magnificent posture, and had an outstanding name when he was young, and at the age of thirteen, he was appreciated by the famous hand of the doctor, and he was an apprentice.

On that day, the young man set off, and the plane sailed away from his homeland.

The people who heard it were beyond the reach of the dust, and they were regarded as the guide, and they were sent off across provinces and places, just to see the demeanor of the youth.

But this is Chu Yuchen, a man with the same name as Chu Yunting.

But he disregarded his shame, and was willing to be trapped in a beautiful bay, "touching" the fish in the troubled waters, and holding the "sheep" by the hand!

Holding the little man who was nine years younger than him with his arms, he put his hands up and down, rubbed his waist and touched his legs.

How can I not be reckless and vicious? I am afraid that the sky is like a man, and I am lustful and lose my heart!

Since ancient times, the beauty of the people, the flowers are delicate, such a good color, the country and the city.

Hugh said that I stole the soul of Gong'e, and he was not a king he was used to!

couldn't help but whine on the shoulders, the slim waist that couldn't be attached, Huang Ying smiled wordlessly.

staring at it, smiling diligently, like a dementia.

Into the heart, crispy bones, indulged in it, fluttering like clouds, soft and greasy, sweet and sweet, warm nephrite, fresh in the teeth.

Foggy, chaotic, awake, open your eyes, a thunderclap landed, and everything changed!

The man's gaze narrowed dangerously, and his hoarse voice was a sexy mess.

The voice was mixed with demonic temptation and unresolved secret desire, "Awake?

What the?

Yan Shiyu was frightened by the handsome face of the man close at hand, and she couldn't react for a while, but her body subconsciously retreated.

The body was trapped by the shackles of masculine power, and the panicked beauty struggled beneath her, pushing and resisting, not moving.

Panting and taking a deep breath, there was a faint fragrance in the air.

The man's pupils constricted, squinting at his prey.

It was the delicate beauty who was helplessly huddled in the quilt, sobbing tears like a drizzle, "Why are you going to do something? Don't come here!

It's probably a wonderful consensus, a magical thing - a quilt.

As long as you hide in the quilt and don't show your hands and feet, whether it is a demon or a well-dressed beast, you will be sealed out.

The quilt is like the saint Shakyamuni who purifies all beings, driving out all darkness, hard as a Zen bowl, protecting the people who tremble in the quilt.