(Girls' Literature)

Xiao Haotian picked up his wine glass. He went to his lips and sipped it lightly. Full of praise: "The fragrance is overflowing." Glycol into the throat. It's really good wine. He put down his glass. Pick up the pot and fill it for Xiao Yingyue. Laughed. "Come on. My sister and I should have a drink. ”

Xiao Yingyue didn't expect Xiao Haotian to pour wine for herself with her own hands. A hint of panic flashed across his eyes. At this time, Xiao Haotian on the opposite side had already picked up his wine glass. He was looking at her with a smile. I can't refuse. She had to smile. Reluctantly, he reached for the wine glass.

"Sister, please." Xiao Haotian raised his glass to her with a smile.

"Brother, please." Xiao Yingyue bit her lip. Put your heart sideways. The long sleeves cover it and drink the whole glass of wine in one gulp.

Xiao Haotian raised his glass and lipsed. Praised: "I didn't expect my sister to drink so much." Girls' literature is updated as soon as possible. The words have not yet landed. As if accidentally choked. A sip of wine squirted out. People can't stop coughing.

Xiao Yingyue hurriedly stepped forward. Wipe the hem of his wet clothes with a silk handkerchief: "Brother." Brother. It doesn't matter to you. ”

Lan Hai, who was hiding behind the tree, watched Xiao Yingyue enter the cabinet with the wine jug that had been drunk. And gently pull the folding door shut. The curvaceous figure disappeared from his sight. He stood still. The darkness of the night obscured all expression on his face. And Xiao Yingyue's chuckle was faintly heard in the room again.

The blue sea that had been silent for a long time let go of the hands that were clasped behind his back. frowned and listened to the soft whispers of the red sleeves in the wall. The figure swept up silently and floated into the house. . .

Xiao Yingyue is usually not drunk. At this time, I am intoxicated and do not know the way back. Tired and not vigilant. Mess. Just giggled.

This laughter. For example, add a handful of firewood to the flame. Coquettish. Enchanting. Like the scorching sun. Something that is close at hand. Incinerated in full.

Slowly. She was dazed. I couldn't say anything. Sanity fell into a semi-comatose state. The whole body is getting hotter and hotter. A slight gasp came from his mouth. Foggy. I don't know what to whisper.

He sat down on the edge of the bed. Xiao Yingyue subconsciously stretched out her hand to hug his waist. The arm had been wrapped around him on its own. The eyes are very misty. I don't recognize who he is anymore. Just hugged him one way at a time.

Soon. The soft murmur of the girl's literature sounded. One in the ear. It's a ** feeling. "Hmmmm......" Xiao Yingyue's whisper became more and more intense. Intermittent. It seems to be very painful. Constantly struggling. Under the orange light. Crisp breasts are exposed. It's so tempting to look at your eyes.

He reached out and stroked hers. Her skin became thin and sensitive. It's as if it would crack open at the slightest touch. Xiao Yingyue was like being touched by him. Shivering. The face flushed. Loose hair. I trembled all over my body. Hold him tightly. Obviously not satisfied with his touching like this. He took his hand to his breast. Put your arms around his neck. Refusing to leave his body. The mouth is also on his chin and neck, and he kisses without a head. The mouth is still unconsciously making that kind of **** sound. And it's getting more and more intense. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead......

She looks like this. Set him on fire quickly. Burn herself to ashes.

He was covered in heat. It's like a young boy who knows about love for the first time. Wrap your arms around her. Kiss deep and longingly...... So many missed days. Youth. Life. Love. Fang started for the first time.

It's just getting started at this point.

He put his arms around the woman he had been crazy about in this life. It's as if you're going to take the old days away. All of them are made up. It's like a person who pulls out a seedling and helps it grow. To be desperate. Desperately trying to regain those many missed good times.

In the madness again and again. Girls' literature was updated as soon as possible He gasped violently. Almost incoherent. From a long-ago depressed soul: "Reflecting the Moon...... I love you. Moon ...... Right now. You're mine...... It's totally mine...... Reflecting the moon. I'm going to treat you well for the rest of my life......"

Xiao Yingyue was half-asleep and half-awake. Sometimes giggling. Sometimes crying again. It's like being in a dream that you can never wake up from.

The aroma of the wine.

Lingering demagogy.

All sanity. All the memories. All the chaos...... It's all so insignificant.

A night of madness. Countless lingerings.

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Winter in the Northern Desert. Girls' literature is updated for the first time, and it is so cold that people dare not go out. Fortunately, Xiao Haotian knew that Ling Dongwu was afraid of the cold. There are not only earth dragons in Fengyi Palace. There are also smoker cages. Eternal warmth into spring.

The two gilded tripods on the ground are burning incense sticks. Looming like a haze of smoke. The glazed porcelain vase is inserted with sparse plum blossoms. At this time, the plum blossoms are just blooming. The other flowers are grown in the fire cellar. Then the tribute was paid into the palace.

Ling Dongwu followed a few palace maids to get together and play the cards he developed. There was laughter in the hall. The kang cage in the pavilion is too warm. It made people sweat slightly. Gradually, she became a little absent-minded. I lost a few hands in a row. At this time of the day, Xiao Haotian should come back from the next court. Why haven't you come back today?

She was playing cards. While shaking his head. Habit is not a good thing. She will make you dependent on someone to the point where you can't extricate yourself.

Then. The internal officials who followed Xiao Haotian came in. Speak with a respectful expression. said that Xiao Yingyue was sick. Xiao Haotian went to the Laurel Palace. Tell her not to wait for him.

Ling Dongwu threw the cards on the table heavily. Holding his head, he sighed helplessly. But there is a faint sadness in my heart. This is Xiao Yingyue's killer feature. No matter how Xiao Haotian avoided her. There is one fact that cannot be avoided. She was his sister. She was the only daughter left by his benefactor. She is the woman who once gave her life to feed tigers for him. He couldn't leave her alone. She was sick. He had to take care of her even more.

It turned out to be under the world. The most helpless thing is: you can't afford to mess with it. Girls' literature can't hide either.

Ling Dongwu returned to the dormitory. Lie down slowly. Spacious bed. Delicate tassels. Flickering palace lights. It's all there. It's all extremely confused. Something called trepidation in her heart. Little by little, it accumulates. Maybe. One day, it will become a huge mountain.

Xiao Haotian came back this day. As always. Soft words to Ling Dongwu. Laughing and begging for mercy. It's just that Ling Dongwu, who is familiar with him, still sees a layer of melancholy in his eyes. There is also a rare wandering mind when speaking.

Ling Dongwu leaned slightly. Snuggled up to his shoulder. A delicate fragrance comes from the nose between the breaths. It was a spice dedicated to Xiao Yingyue. Only the Laurel Palace has it. He carries such a scent.

She was slightly uneasy. It's like going downstairs and stepping into the air. The heart is empty for no reason. The pulse was beating rapidly. Pounding and pounding straight to the heart. It was as if something was about to burst out in my chest.

Maybe Ling Dongwu's sixth sense is too bright. Maybe it's fate that no one can escape. Xiao Haotian started from this day. I go to Xiao Yingyue's Laurel Palace almost every day. The stay is getting longer and longer. The look of laughter at Ling Dongwu when he came back became more and more reluctant.

Ling Dongwu was scared. She would say when Xiao Haotian didn't have to speak: "Is Yingyue's body better today?" "Is Yingyue's illness serious?"

She mentally hinted to herself over and over again. Xiao Yingyue was very sick this time. Girls' literature Xiao Haotian is very worried about her.

She and Xiao Haotian seem to have a tacit understanding with each other. The first thing we said when we met was Yingyue's illness. Then they cover each other as if they were covered. More affection. More affectionate lingering.

Both of them seemed to be venting some kind of hatred and resentment. It's just intensely entangled. His breath was rough and heavy. Mixed with her sloppy breathing. The two of them seemed to be out of control. There is a hopelessly madness.

Ling Dongwu didn't want to think about it. Don't dare to think about it. It seems to cause the most intimate places to panic. She couldn't think about it anymore. You can only let yourself go crazy. At this moment of blurry and trance. Even if it's just a dream. She didn't want to let go either.

Whenever the frenzy passes. There is always a deeper and heavier loss. The weariness of the man cannot open his eyes. She was disgusted. But I can't let go.

It was late at night. There was silence all around. In the far distance, there was a "Taiping Watch". Three long and one short. It's the end of the day. There were no candles in the temple. Ling Dongwu woke up from a terrifying dream. Next to him was Xiao Hao's balanced and steady breathing. If it weren't for the silence of the night. It's so shallow that it's almost inaudible.

She lay still for a moment. Wait for the eyes to adjust to the darkness. I saw that Xiao Haotian was lying with his back to him. The back of the wheel corridor. The arc resembles a mountain crossing. I want to laugh coldly. Two people who once hugged each other and slept and still felt that they were not close enough. Today is finally starting to be back-to-back.

It was she who deceived herself. Or is he a deception.

He lay beside her every night. But slowly. It was as if a thin layer of ice had formed between the two. Even if it's warm like spring in the house. I also feel cold. It's surprisingly cold.

No matter what kind of deep friendship. None of them can compete with such a terrible lack of communication and non-communication. Gradually. Ling Dongwu felt that this Fengyi Palace was so depressing. The dormitory is so depressing. As soon as you enter, there is a haze. Never gets any sunlight.

This house. It's really getting harder and harder to breathe. Someone who lies around every night. It's not necessarily heart-to-heart.

Ling Dongwu felt suffocated this day. Take advantage of the warm weather on this day. A man sits alone in a pavilion in the Imperial Garden. The palace people were afraid that she would be cold. A brazier was made for her here.

The snow in the imperial garden has been cleaned by the palace people. The trees are verdant. The pavilions are scattered. In the end, it is more comfortable and eye-catching than the inside of Fengyi Palace.

Thinking about where you came from. It's like playing a game of life. And her abilities are humble. You can't control the direction of the game. I had to settle for what I came. Try your best to enjoy the game. It's not a loss.

Maybe one day that "god" gets tired of this game. Active termination. Let her go back to her original life.

This thought came to her when she first came. But since I met Xiao Haotian and Mu Zicheng. Bosom friend. After falling in love. It slowly faded. But now. She had the idea of getting angry.

Because she did everything she wanted to do. What I didn't want to go through has also been experienced. Ultimately. She became a part of here.

But now. Nowhere to come from. There was no way out. can only melancholy mess around day by day.