The table was lined with colorful paints, Qi Ye lowered her head, her eyes fell on her left chest, and the blush swept over her heart, and the pen in her hand slowly traced it in her heart.

The jade-white snow muscles, the small and gentle collarbone slightly convex above, and the brightly colored red butterflies slowly take shape, with light and thin wings, and the butterfly posture is spreading, as if floating among the snow-colored flowers.

The moment Qi Ye put down the pen, Ye Weilan opened his eyes and felt a little regretful: "I really want to see the words carved by Qi Ye himself......"

Qi Ye's eyes fell on the exquisite red butterfly, and he suddenly raised his hand and touched it lightly.

No, the body was touched by him, trembled, and trembled more and more in a delicate place, Qi Ye's eyes darkened, and his heart was restless again, but unfortunately he saw that the traces on her body had not disappeared, and pressed it down again: "It's okay, I won't do it." “

I did it all night last night, and she didn't have to get out of bed for three days tonight.

Ye Weilan's cheeks floated with a physiological flush: "Qi Ye, after carving it, does it look good?" ”

Qi Ye was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and lowered his head to kiss the warm jade snow muscle: "It's beautiful." ”

I saw that after the butterfly was kissed by him, it suddenly spread its wings, and spread out like a flower, turning into a "night" character, and then returning to its original state after a while.

This is a special potion engraved on it, and it is only when the heat is encountered that the butterfly becomes his name.

It is not easy to be discovered, but it fulfills the girl's love for beauty.

Qi Ye's slender fingers rubbed that place gently, even if she really didn't remember him in the future, when she saw this word, she would definitely think of him.

His person, his heart, his name, all left an indelible mark on her.

No one can erase the traces.

A smile appeared on Qi Ye's bewitching face.

Ye Weilan was very sorry, suddenly there was a lover's name on her body, this was a new experience: "Qi Ye, when will I see ......?"

Qi Ye stroked her hair, as smooth as flowing water: "Sleepy or not?" “

Ye Weilan nodded, her little face showed tiredness, she really didn't sleep at all as if she was tossed last night: "Sleepy ......"

Qi Ye pulled the blanket off her shoulder, she shook it for a moment, raised her hand to cover her chest, her eyes were round, and her skin was as white as jade, which was simply a crime.

"Sleep." He helped her to lie down, covered her with a quilt, and patted her to sleep.

The bright sunlight leaked in through the window, and the wisps of light were very warm, but they did not affect her sleep at all.

The world of the blind is originally dark.

Her eyes are closed, her curly eyelashes are as thick as butterfly wings, her small face is as soft as jade, such a slender and fragile person, why did God arrange such a hard life for her?

Qi Ye lay lazily at the head of the bed, she held one of his arms, and soon entered the dream.

Qi Ye looked at the sunlight outside the window, and at this moment he was suddenly glad that he had met her.

If her life is handed over to someone else, she doesn't know what it will become.

Maybe it has long been in a tragic fate, withering prematurely.

Qi Ye may have been born to save Ye Weilan.

He smiled a little, remembering his little wife's words, when will she be able to see again?

He hadn't seen her turn into an idiot, maybe as cute and stupid as his daughter......

Raising a little white wife, what Qi Meiren didn't say was that he was actually looking forward to it......