After a long while, Canghai looked ahead, did not glance at her silk dress, but suddenly said softly: "Is it cold?"

Sun Ningjun's heart was suddenly surging, and he couldn't help but be bitter, and the two trickling and endless feelings finally converged so that all the limbs trembled slightly. It was like a burning heart, but the flesh that wrapped it suddenly felt a cold wind. It's like torment.

Sun Ningjun lowered his head and was silent, only shaking his head slightly.

The two were silent. The crimson sunset dragged out the back.

All the way to the women's garden, magpie parrots and others picked them up, but everyone was silent, and they didn't dare to make the slightest noise. Even the garden, which is tended every day in winter, is empty and lonely. Sun Ningjun sent his subordinates and entered the sea alone.

Canghai saw that it was a study, with reddish-brown furniture, and it looked neat. The heart said that this person's approach is a way of courtesy, if it is an ordinary bedroom, but it insults my friendship with her. I also saw the show tent with peach powder hanging everywhere, and the pen and ink on the bookcase in front of me, and before I had time to take a closer look, I heard the sound of the door closing behind me, and the room was slightly dark for a while. Looking back, Sun Ningjun had already lowered his head and threw himself into his arms.

Since we first met, I have been in love with each other, but it is the kind that has more than enough heart and not enough strength, but it is even more rare. As if he wished to bow down and follow his life. It was like that peacock living, and it was far more brilliant than the feather. Especially after the tension, the moment of selflessness is relaxed. So I felt that I had to have more profound feelings to brew and ferment logically, and in the end, I was honest and honest, so that I was only grateful in my heart. Nothing else.

There is no room for anything else.

Canghai was slightly startled, and looked down to see that she was only leaning quietly, not crying. Standing under the light of the carved door, he didn't want to alarm the silence at this moment, so he only whispered: "The rouge on your face, don't stain my coat, it's white, it can't be washed off." ”

There was only a moment of silence, and Sun Ningjun snuggled for a while, and then laughed lowly. Raised his eyes and said, "Then take it off." "Stretched out his hand to undress, with a smile in his eyes, but halfway through, it was already astringent, and suddenly shining, so unswerving.

"I'll just do it myself. Canghai obediently took off her coat and turned around to look for the screen frame, Sun Ningjun had already snatched the cloak and threw it on the desk, pulling him in.

Canghai hurriedly said: "Hey, there is ink on that table!" turned his head to take it, but he was half-pushed and half-dragged behind the screen in the inner room.

Behind the screen, there is a neat chaise longue.

Sun Ningjun said: "The ink cartridge is covered with a lid, and the pen is dry, so you should worry less." After that, he pressed Canghai on his back on the couch. Go back and untie the skirt.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Canghai half got up and held her hand, and said with a straight face: "If you are like this, you have really humiliated me." "That one fell a little harder, and my eyes were dazzled.

Sun Ningjun wanted to make a move, but he was held by him, looking down at the back of his hand with faint green muscles, he was distracted for a long time, and he was stalemate for a long time.

After his mind was clear, Canghaiwang arranged the small cubicle leisurely, and felt comfortable on the soft couch under him for a while, and saw that Sun Ningjun did not move for a while, so he let go of his hand and said, "Don't think about it." Oh no, I need to take a break. From lying on the couch again, he really squinted his eyes and sighed.

The spot of light reflected in the vanity mirror shines on the right mandible.

(To be continued......)