Turning back to the door, Liao Liang suddenly said mysteriously: "The makeup is lovely, I think it's better to try to have a boyfriend, and you have the nourishment of love, maybe"

"Liao Liang!" The door suddenly opened, and Yuhubing and Brian yelled at the same time.

"Traitor!" Miri was helping me get my hair down and muttered.

I looked at the movies they acted in. The lines were a bit profound. I closed my eyes and went to bed when I was tired.

Brian really didn't enslave me. I usually do this. When I'm tired, I just rest. Most of the time, I feel very comfortable.[

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The world is quiet, with birds chirping, dogs snoring, and the wind blows gently across the treetops, making a rustling sound, one after another.

The world is black and white, the room is very dark, and the eyes are slightly white. I didn't open my eyes, but I was just adapting and feeling.

I am not stupid, I have a clear feeling about the world.

I feel very comfortable now. In a quiet world, I don’t have to hide in my own world.

I got up and put on a coat casually. I opened the curtains and the sunlight outside the window shone in and poured it on the dressing table.

The large mirror of the dressing table reflects the sunlight onto the furniture.

The amount of oil in the vintage cabinet paint is radiating a faint ancient luster.

My memory is probably the big wardrobe, with rich connotations and is closed by a simple and elegant door. It is conceivable that it only sees its light and no objects.

The dog turned his head to look at me, opened the door, came in and stood beside me, quietly.

Turning my head and looking at the sycamore flowers, I didn't imagine it.

I don't have the habits and necessities of imagination, although others always do this.

My world is so quiet; it doesn’t matter whether there is or not.

After three years, the sycamore tree is as thick as its legs, there are no leaves on the tree, and other branches have been pruned, but only a few bird nests are still left; that is what I asked to keep.

Everyone, thing, and bird have their own world, so keeping it, it's good.

Under the tree, workers were watering; the trees near the house were shorter, and you could still see Mingfeng twisting his waist and swaying his hips.

He and his younger brother often only move around me and are always alert. I am very used to seeing him.

The house designed by the twelfth brother will always be very comfortable when you look out for the scenery

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Chapter completed!