One by one, it fell, layer by layer, and the silky hair crossed between the two fingers, "Click... "The cut hair seems to be reluctant but falling freely, scattering a thin layer on the wooden floor...

gradually has a sense of layering, like a character who came out of the comics, but she hasn't enjoyed the process enough or this time is too beautiful to be nostalgic.

Gently dust off the shredded hair on your clothes, "Open your eyes and see." ”

When he heard this, Xu opened his eyes and was overjoyed, for example, he was much better-looking, and he also retained the unique characteristics of the length although it was contrary to the public.

In this small world, one with short hair and the other with shoulder-length short hair, looking at the two in the mirror, Mu Fandi praised: "Very handsome!" ”

He knew what Shuai meant, because he had said it that day, looking at her who had picked up a floral scarf in the mirror, her hair was silky, and the ends of her hair were buttoned in, and her face was as beautiful as a porcelain muscle doll, "Madam, very well-behaved." ”

He couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly turned around and urged: "You go to the inner room to bathe and change your clothes." ”

The voice was like teardrops falling frequently in his heart, and he didn't know why? "You... What's wrong? ”

Being held in someone's arms, I really feel the vivid existence. There is no need to mention the past, cherish the present, "You praised me, moved..."

Qin Cao knew that this was not the case, but he had no memory, thinking of the memories that he couldn't remember even if he was crazy, he let go of his hand and said softly: "I'm going." ”

Soaking alone in the bathtub with one hand on the scar on her heart, she never said how it came about, he never spoke, if asked, there was a feeling of knowingly asking.

But why do they love so much? Forgotten, forgotten so completely.

Mu Fandi carried the food box into the door, and it happened that the person came out of the inner room, dressed in white and shengxue, with a slightly open placket, pearl and jade skin, overflowing, wiping his hair with one hand, lazy and casual but exuding a faint handsomeness, it was so charming.

"It's time to eat." She bought some light food that he liked as he took care of her, and by the way, she used all her belongings to set up a shop on the street.

After the two of them had lunch, they suddenly wanted to leave a souvenir, Mu Fandi took the initiative to propose: "You don't want to paint, how about today?" ”

That's naturally good, Qin Cao nodded and got up to prepare things for painting, and the other cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

If time were picturesque, it would never change, and she cherished the present immensely, even if he had forgotten it completely.

Mu Fandi specially found a red color he liked, specifically a bedgown that could be said not to be too transparent.

"Alright, you can draw it."

Qin Cao didn't know that he had painted for her, but as soon as he put down the pen, he couldn't take it anymore, his wife was lying quietly on the side of the bed, her slightly messy hair, her quiet appearance, one hand on the side of the bed, the looming outline, the lower abdomen exposed at one corner, the slender legs, and the small feet like jade, all of which were fatal temptations.

It took a lot of effort to draw the scene under the clothes, until the person on the bed breathed evenly and went to a nap.

Finally put the pen away, and his wife also got out of bed... I slept in this painting.

"I'm done."

Softly waking up the sleeping man, Mu Fandi opened his eyes and turned his head to look out the window, thinking that it was okay that it was not dark.

Why should you look elsewhere when you wake up? Endless frustration came, and I was about to get up but I heard, "Don't move! Then he got out of bed from under him, went to the painting that was to be done, and took up his pen and painted.

Mu Fandi saw himself as if he was a lady, as if he knew that he would draw so excessively, and didn't say anything.

Obviously, she was lying flat in pants, but the painting was stunned to bend one leg, and the trouser leg slipped down to the root of the leg, which was even more excessive, didn't she wear a piece of air?

But he didn't get angry, he did this as early as in the Cao Fan Palace, and glanced at the person leaning over the bed, which was counted as a slightly smaller punishment, although the posture was handsome, he actually insisted on it like doing a plank...

"..., my waist!!" In a hurry, the words were intercepted and complained.

But the man ignored and continued to paint, he knew that it was in vain, and he must have given him a picture beyond recognition.

Complaining, don't dare to be angry or speak.

Mu Fandi finished the painting after changing it, washed his hands in the water purification basin, looked at the person who was struggling to know the darkness, and went back to the position just now, "Okay." ”

Hearing this, relieved, the two of them superimposed, panting, and said intermittently: "Madam, you took my life... Finish! ”

Looking at each other, it was not only the short black hair that looked like seaweed, but also under him, Qin Cao got up and looked down, and finally broke out after holding it for a few days, he didn't know if the medicine worked or what, because he was stared at closely behind him and had no chance to drink the medicine secretly.

"I'm all right!"

Looking at the person who was particularly happy and happy, with excitement in her tone, she knew that he was not sick, even if he did, it didn't matter, it would be a big deal..., this idea was purely superfluous.

Grabbed by life and pulled back to consciousness, her legs, like those in the painting, were lifted with one hand, smooth as silk, followed by a five-fingered belly that was dyed little by little.

I don't know what kind of strong medicine he drank, and it achieved an unprecedented effect.

He got up, sweat wet with broken hair, and looked at her, not saying anything or even responding, just looking at her enjoying it.

It felt like spears and cannons breaking through the city gate, rushing in, even if thousands of troops and horses could not meet this firepower value, sweeping in the city, whirling, in a moment, the broken wall and ruins, "pain..."

"I'm sorry..."

It must have been backlogged for too long, and the power of the flood broke out at this moment, Qin Cao continued to appease, but it was difficult to suppress the fire, so he found one of her Rouyi to hold herself... I didn't expect her to be, no need to guess, she must have taught herself.

“… Madam... Hard..."

The voice of dumb magnetic resonance in his ears sounded, and he got up slightly and glanced at something that he was about to be unable to hold, no wonder it was so, it was as strong as a pillar, and the green tendons were even more like a green dragon climbing on it, and he withdrew his hand, and his fingertips crossed the gizzard muscles, stringing the beads of sweat on it into a line, and the cold touch attacked someone.

Qin Cao was like the scorching sun, scorching like fire, as soon as he grasped the hand that was troublesome, pulled it in front of him, and the two of them swapped positions, as if riding a bamboo horse, making green plums with their bare hands.

Driving one by one, bumping and bumping, the sound is like a whip, and at this time I can't care if there is someone next door, as if galloping on the endless prairie, the blue sea meets the blue sky.

Men and women are different, one is like fire, the other is like water, just the opposite, the more radical, the more bursting, the more eager to melt into each other, the sound of water, shouts, and chirping, the sound of the ear...