"It's so beautiful, Zhihan, it's all off. He blushed even more when he saw her, and comforted her: "Twist and pinch, this is art, don't you understand?"

But she was still very shy, she twisted and took off her underwear, and he put the petals on her creamy skin, and took pictures like a full-time photographer.

"Get up, go over there and shoot. He rolled up the blanket and gently pulled her up, she took the dress and put it on, and he pulled her and ran inside.

Wow, there is also a large area of crape myrtle flowers here, colorful and fragrant.

"Does it look good, do you like it?" he asked.

She nodded blankly, so beautiful, really beautiful, he never let her enter the crape myrtle garden in the manor, but there are more crape myrtle flowers here than in the manor, more beautiful, is it built for crape myrtle? Then why did you bring her here?

"Shoot like you did. ”

"Don't. She said coquettishly.

"It's okay, it's beautiful, I don't believe you'll see it for yourself. He said, unzipping the back of her skirt.

"Come, you stand among the flowers, and I'll shoot for you. ”

She was quite uncomfortable and slipped into the flowers.

"Laugh at it. He said with a frown.

She came back to her senses and smiled, she smiled too much like Sister Ziwei, especially those bright eyes, shining with seductive light and full of vitality, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

After the photo, she came to get her clothes, stood on the edge of the blanket, and just put it on, he grabbed it, stretched out her hand, and hung it on a red crape myrtle flower far away.

"You ......" Before he finished speaking, his lips were pressed by him, where could he still speak.

"Uh-huh......" she glared at him, and his handsome face rippled with tenderness in the sun, even more charming, and she seemed to be drunk.

"Shut up!" he pulled out his tongue and spat out two words, and rolled them into her mouth again.

She closed her eyes, and his affectionate, handsome and cool face still swayed in front of her, with a high, straight nose and a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, and her heart was like the crape myrtle flowers in this garden, rippling in the wind.

"Zhihan, can you change your name?" asked softly.

"Change your name, change your name?"

"You see this crape myrtle flower is so beautiful, you call it crape myrtle. Okay?"

Ziwei: She changed her name when she was a child because she was afraid of too many strokes, and now he wants her to change it back because he misses her sister Ziwei in his heart. She was so moved in her heart that she couldn't speak for a long time.

"At least, I can call you crape myrtle when I want to, okay?" he said in a tone of gentleness that he had never felt before.

"Hmm. Afraid that she would shed tears, she buried her head in his arms.

"Crape myrtle, crape myrtle, you are my crape myrtle. He murmured excitedly, kissing from the head to the bottom of her feet.

"Woo, Jun Hao......" A desire rose in her heart that she hadn't seen for a long time, and she no longer refused his touch.

"Ziwei, you...... Got it a lot?" and bit her earlobe.

She shyly punched him in the shoulder, it was really excessive, she knew that people were shy, but the more he liked to talk about people like this.

He smiled slightly and said softly, "It will be comfortable soon." ”

"Zhihan, you are so beautiful. He praised from the bottom of his heart.

"You're cool. She pursed her lips and smiled, and he scratched her delicate little nose, and she leaned back against his well-developed pecs.

"Jun Hao, will you be so good to me in the future? You hate our Mu family so much, hate my father. ”

He looked into the distance, his expression was solemn, as if he was thinking about something, she didn't dare to ask again, only leaned on him timidly.

"Zhihan, I may ...... I can't marry you, but ...... I ......" He picked up her delicate face, dipped it lightly on her red lips, stared at her affectionately, and the lustful voice sounded in her ears: "I can't control my love for you." ”

Time stopped quietly at this moment, the surroundings were silent, the sun became unusually warm, the sky became brighter and brighter, the waves in the sea of flowers were bursting, and the fragrance was intoxicating, she only had him in her eyes, and he only had her in his eyes.

She felt dizzy, like a dream.

"Junhao, I'm dreaming again. She whispered, "I know, you deliberately gave me another sweet dream, and then ......"

"No! not this time!" he kissed him deeply: "I don't want to hurt you anymore, Zhihan, I'm tired, I don't want to torture you against my heart every day, I hate the Mu family, I hate your father, I try my best to convince myself to hate you, but I can't." ”

"You know what? You had a car accident that day, and an old doctor said you died, and I was going crazy, and I was so afraid, I was afraid that I would never see you again, and I was really afraid of losing you!" he hugged her tightly, as if he was going to lose her as soon as he let go.

"Well, my dad ......"

"You are you, he is him, his account, I will settle with him after he has cured his illness. He gritted his teeth, saw that her face changed slightly, and said slowly: "Okay, I'll talk about him later." ”

"What did he do to your family?" she tried to find out the truth about what happened in the private room of the hotel fifteen years ago, his face became very solemn, his eyes revealed a trace of fear, mixed with strong anger, he tried to suppress his anger, patted her gently, and said, "Good, don't ask." ”

He told her to lie down, got up and broke off a branch of flowers, and soon made a large wreath out of the big red flowers, and ran over with two small wreaths of pink.

"Look over there. He pointed behind a bush of flowers, and she saw that it was a very delicate and beautiful thousand autumn shelf.

He picked her up and trotted over, and sat her on Chiaki, placing a large garland around her snow-white neck, and two small wreaths over her towering roundness.

"What are you messing around?" she asked, shyly.

"What's nonsense, haven't you heard that there was an emperor in ancient times, hanging the bell on the swing of the concubine, the pleasant sound of the bell came into the ears with every swing, I am now, is the fragrance of flowers drifting lightly with the swinging wind, this is interesting, besides, there is no one else. ”

He sat in the back, hugged her thin waist, and slammed his feet to the ground, and the wreath of flowers was unusually bright and fragrant on her white skin.