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"I see. The boy's back seemed to weigh on a thousand gold weights, and he lost all his strength.

The young man turned around and turned his back to Chu Weiwei, he felt a chill on his cheeks, and raised his hand to wipe it, it turned out that there was nothing, but the wind was a little cold.

He forced himself to take a step and not look back, this was his last dignity.

"Vivi. ”

"Wang. ”

Chu Weiwei smiled in the wind: "You guys are here." ”

Xiaobu circled around Chu Weiwei's footsteps, rubbing her exposed ankles with his soft fur to show closeness.

"・・・・・・Master, I've been separated for so long, I miss you so much."

Li Yan looked at the back of the young man, with the loneliness of the distance. Raised an eyebrow.

"That's it. Li Yan felt sorry for the lovelorn teenager in her heart for a second. Where is there no fragrant grass, why do you want to love our Weiwei flower?

Weiwei squatted down, patted Xiaobu's back, and smiled without saying a word.

"Send me home. ”

Li Yan sent Chu Weiwei downstairs, and left after knowing the address where she lives now.

Chu Weiwei took Xiaobu and slowly went upstairs.

At the stairs around the corner from her door, she stopped. Chu Weiwei's other senses were particularly sensitive, and she quickly realized that the atmosphere was not right, and there were people in the corridor.

"Wangwang・・・・・・" Xiaobu also quickly noticed the smell of strangers at the door of their house, and sensitively erected himself and roared.

In addition to the people guarding the door, the people behind Chu Weiwei slowly approached her, and suddenly covered her mouth and nose with a drugged handkerchief.

She subconsciously grabbed the man's hand, but soon her consciousness became blurred, and Xiaobu's screams became farther and farther away.

It's late afternoon, and in a bedroom on the second floor of the villa, orange light shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, softening the "steely gray" of the bedroom. ”

A girl lies on a large bed with gray and white stripes that dominates the view. The ink-stained black hair was scattered behind her head, and her small jade face was lined with extraordinarily conspicuous eyes, and her eyes were closed peacefully, like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss and wake up.

Seeing Chu Weiwei lying on her bed, her full of breath surrounding her, Fu Mingyi's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction.

The girl's sleeping face, pure as the first snow, made him want to possess it, so that she woke up in the crook of her arm every day, and said "good morning" to herself in a mumbling tone.

Fu Ming didn't think he would want anything so much, he had desires, expectations, and demands for her. He knew exactly what he wanted her.

Fu Ming also got on the bed lightly and leaned against Chu Weiwei. The fragrance of her body jumped to the tip of his nose, flowing to every part of his body, making his body gradually heat up.

His right hand carefully ran through the back of her neck, resting her head on his arm, and his left hand ripped her hair open, trying not to let his hand press on it.

When this action was completed, Fu Ming also turned sideways, gently rested his chin on the top of Chu Weiwei's hair, kissed her strands of hair, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

The warm light, the two people next to the bed, are also so warm.

Chu Weiwei's long hair was spread on Fu Mingyi's arms and the shirt on his chest, like vines.

He thought: they are going to be entangled in the second half of their lives.

"Ding, the male god's opinion +10, the current friendship is 70. ”