Touch. to her. The moment of the hand, is a strand. Small. Cool. Wet., moist. feelings.

It seems like. Multiply. Moistening. To his heart, let him not forget this feeling for a long time, those hands should be small, a little. Soft. If. Not. Bone. feelings.

His mind even produced some. Buff. Love, if only you could often. Touch. to this hand.

Now, just at that moment, touch, feel. He couldn't imagine what it really looked like, but deep down he knew how much he longed for it.

Is it so unattainable?

She politely said, "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome." He replied, deliberately keeping a gentle tone in reply.

When he put his luggage away and turned to open the door on the side of him, he saw that the eyes that were looking at him had not looked at him so intently for many years.

He was a little incredulous that he could be so approachable by his side.

Of course, she would not know how many times she appeared in her dreams.

It's daytime. Think. Do. That. Affair. When the woman in the phone will be placed. The sub imagines as . She. The look of that moment no matter what it is. Repress. System. Can't. Feeling. Feel.

Ethereal is like a mirror flower, you can hear her news, but you rarely see her in reality.

He thought in his heart, and when he saw the girl who was looking down at her phone in the rearview mirror, it was just a little inadvertent, and it all produced something in his heart. Arouse. Pool.

I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss it more than before, and I'm covered with a layer of strangeness. God. Secret..

A girl with so much higher education than herself is born with a temperament that is difficult to climb.

What kind of excellent boy can be worthy of her.

If the person who married her was not herself, thinking of this would be like in your heart. Reach. Love was in this moment. Cut. House. If you go out, you will feel uncomfortable. Gasp. But. Gas.

He hoped that it would be great if the road could be infinitely long, and that there would not be a moment when it would reach the end.

Or even if it's at the end, it's herself who awaits her.

If someday in the future it will be the same.

She basically looked out the window all the way. Appearance. One. Capacity, every one of them is arbitrary. Model. Kind, look at his heart is a unique. Beauty. Meaning. The works of art are unbearable to go., blasphemous, blasphemous.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, what are you doing here? Still busy with your family's business? She broke the silence, listening to his heart was like a dragonfly dotting water, although the ripples were small, they also drifted into the distance, a little close. Not stopped.

"People like me who don't have a high degree of education can only do that. Dry. Dry. This one. "He didn't speak very confidently.

Unlike many years ago, he would deliberately go to her to find her.

"Selling paint, right? I heard from my mom that your family made a million a million a year last year. Her gaze passed through the space between the chairs in front of her left. Crack. See his side face.

Boys are serious. Open., car. Target. Model. It's still quite handsome, but he doesn't have any education.

She actually knew about this, which made his heart instantly stir. I moved for a while.

It turned out that her mother would still talk to her about herself.

He will try his best to calm his mood in front of her: "Almost, now any one in the county town does not buy a house and decorate, it is needed. Want. This one. ”

"Of course I know, I envy you. Rich. The second generation has a family business, and you can be regarded as a small one. Old. Plate up. ”

He listened to her say this, and deliberately looked in the rearview mirror to see her expression at this time.

is still the kind of light and breezy appearance, which determines her eyes, which has always been the same, and she can't look down on herself.

He wanted to ask: "If the little boss wants. Marry. You, do you promise? ”

He was too embarrassed to say it.

"I didn't expect to see you in a few years, you don't even have a BMW. Open. Got up. She asked, a little unbalanced.

"That was last year." He said in a calm tone.

"I heard my mom say that." After she said this, she didn't want to speak, leaned against the window, closed her eyes, turned on the phone and pressed it again, and after a while, her head was a little dizzy. False. Weak.

He wanted to say a few more words to her, but as soon as the first word sounded a little, he immediately closed it and started it intently. Cart. Come, this road to the suburbs has just been built, with six lanes in both directions, and a few cars are driving.

He could. Open. By eighty or ninety, the light from the window flashed across the shadows of the trees. Close. In front of the pupils, it seems that they all feel the changes in the outside world.

I didn't expect that in order to avoid talking to him, that kind of sleepiness a. Raid. came up and almost let her. Sleep. Enter. went.

She would occasionally open her eyes when she was sleepy, and the thought of arriving home soon made her heart a little excited. Move it.