Hua Yan washed up, lay on the bed, and couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

At this time, Ye Liang told himself black fairy tales and coaxed himself to sleep.

Today, she didn't call him on WeChat, and he didn't even ask himself.

Hum!

Hua Yan put the quilt on her head angrily, and stayed in the quilt for a while, but Hua Yan still couldn't sleep.

After a long time, Hua Yan poked her head out of the quilt again, picked up her mobile phone and took a look.

Still no information.

"Humph!"

She put down her phone, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, and sat for a while.

When she opened the door and was about to walk out, she turned back and picked up a pen and a notebook on her desk.

With such a depressed mood, I can't sleep anyway.

It's better to go to the flower room to relax.

When she came out, she was only wrapped in a thin coat, and when the cold wind blew, Hua Yan hit a spirit, and she walked quickly towards the flower room.

When I arrived at the flower room, I opened the door and entered, and I felt that I was bathed in warmth.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless red flowers.

Looking gorgeous, the fiery red color, the blazing piece, are completely intertwined, silently releasing its beauty.

Silently looking at the beautiful everything in front of her, Hua Yan found a bench and sat down.

I picked up my notebook and drew on it.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Hua Yan finished the last stroke, and looking at the finished product, she herself was inexplicable.

In the gorgeous roses, Ye Liang laughed among the flowers.

Looking at this inexplicably drawn, Hua Yan snorted coldly again and threw the notebook aside.

Hua Yan sat for a while, she leaned back in her chair, looked up, and through the glass, she could see the lonely sky, with a lonely moon, exuding bursts of brilliance.

This is a suburb, and you can still see the stars in the sky, but unfortunately, there are no stars in the sky today.

The roses in the glass flower room tremble, releasing delicacy and fragrance.

It is about that the temperature in the flower room is relatively warm, or it is fragrant inside, and there is a shallow aroma.

Before she knew it, she was asleep.

Hua Yan felt as if she had a dream, in the dream, she danced with Ye Liang in the flower room, Ye Liang also took off her glasses, and the whole person seemed to have changed.

It's palpitating, it's rippling.

Ye Liang stood outside the glass flower room, quietly looking at the silhouette of Hua Yan, when she fell asleep, she looked so beautiful.

Just like the roses around them, they were delicate, but they temporarily restrained the spikes on their stalks.

When she went downstairs, he already knew about it, and he followed closely all the time.

Looking at her, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, sometimes angrily throwing the notebook aside.

It seemed that she had fallen asleep, and Ye Liang went in with her long legs.

He walked up to Hua Yan and reached out to pull aside the long hair on her face.

Some rough fingers walked on her face and finally landed on her satiety. Full of red. on the lips.

His hand rubbed gently. Rub it and make her red. The lips have changed shape, but they are becoming more and more seductive. People get up.

Gradually, he leaned over and pressed down, thin lips with . Lived her red. Lips, flexible tongue, stormed between her lips and teeth.

The intense hormones on his body instantly surrounded her.