Ning Zhixu listened to her soft voice saying that she missed him, her heart was so soft that she collapsed, her steps slowed down, and she coaxed her gently: "I miss you too." Time flies so fast and soon we will be in a city. ”

"Not soon." Nanyi's muffled voice was through the fabric: "You went back on September 6th, today is October 1st, 24 days." I miss you every day. ”

The little one was lying on his back and began to get restless again.

I climbed up and liked to bite his ears and neck.

It's too itchy, Ning Zhixu smiled and tilted his head: "I don't think I'll send me a message yet." I thought there were a lot of little brothers in college, and our little princess was dazzled. ”

He finally caught the right time to accuse Nanyi of the scumbag behavior of 'being cold and welcoming each other'.

Nan Yi stretched out his sleeves with half a finger and played with Ning Zhixu's ear: "Dog, if I wasn't afraid that you would be distracted from studying." It's been sticking to you 24 hours a day. Also, my birthday present. ”

"It's a nice sound."

No wonder Mr. Nan said that there was a surprise, he must have known that Ning Zhixu would come to her.

Nanyi dangled his legs, feeling that the moonlight was particularly beautiful tonight, and his mood was also super low and invincible: "Ning Zhi Xu Xu? ”

"Master Xu?"

"Boss?"

"Brother?"

When calling him brother, she deliberately lengthened the tail and slowly traced her fingers along his ear. I leaned over and blew in his ear. Get rid of a bewitching little fox.

Ning Zhixu's hand on her leg socket was slightly retracted, and her eyes were as dark as ink, and she was bottomless.

"Nanyi." He had to remind her, "Starting today, you're an adult." ”

Nanyi doesn't know how to restrain himself, and he still wants to play with fire.

"And then?"

The voice landed, and a soft kiss fell on the tail of the boy's eyes.

A thin laugh overflowed, and the young man's voice drifted into Nanyi's ears with the wind: "Then, Xu Ye doesn't have to be a man." ”

Nanyi has always known that Ning Zhixu Dog is a real dog.

I didn't expect that opening meat would be a mad dog every day.

We all know that they are a couple, and no one will come over to disturb them at an inopportune time. Walking to the entrance of the village, the two villagers who led the way went home separately, and Zhong Wen also took the three students away.

There is no one in front and behind, it is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is a good time to commit murder and evil.

Ning Zhixu put down Nanyi next to the stone with the words 'Stone Village' written on it, and then, without any warning, turned around and pressed her waist, lowered his head and kissed it.

The tip of the tongue hooked hers, wandering away.

"Breathe, don't hold your breath."

He even found time to teach. The voice is low and blurry, and the sex appeal is not like words.

Nanyi softened into a puddle of water in his arms, leaned against the stone with his back, raised his hand around his neck, and subconsciously pulled the hair to find the scar.

The delicate fingers gently stroked it, and Ning Zhixu had a strange feeling. He knew she was ironing all his scars in this way.

Because I know, I am emotional.

The palm that pinched her waist gradually strengthened, but Ning Zhixu's kiss gradually became gentle and cherishing.

His lips kissed her lips, cheeks, eyes, and finally her earlobes.

A low-mellow and melodious voice gently touches the ears.

finally lived up to the agreement and said a word to her in person.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, my little princess."

Nan Yi thought about how to spend her eighteenth birthday many times.

Mr. Nan and Ms. Su will set up a top-notch and luxurious banquet for her. She's going to dance with her favorite teenager in the prettiest princess dress. They will kiss in full view of everyone. There are crystal lamps overhead, imported tiles underfoot, music to be played by top pianists, and snacks to be seven Michelin stars.

The dozens of fantastical scenes of fantasy are far less profound and unforgettable than those that come at this moment. It's a remote village four hours from the city, with only a lone lamp overhead. Beneath your feet is a bumpy dirt road. No flowers, no refreshments, nothing that could be called expensive luxury.

The time, the place, the scene are all wrong.

Alone, man is right.

Her favorite boy was kissing her passionately, in a barren place, in the autumn breeze, there were no flowers to pave the way, no one was full of voices, but there was the moonlight, heaven and earth as evidence, and the mountains as a companion, after all, he was running with her to the age of eighteen.