"Baby, let's go pick out a wedding dress, okay?" A certain big boy looked at Jinxi with a bright face. "Honey, let's go pick out the ring and clothes first. I'll make them for you." The second big boy said
The boy looked at Jinxi with a bright face,
"No," Jin Xi shook her head. "You have to do it even if you don't want it. I find that my naughty little girl is becoming more and more attractive. I want to eat you now." Warm breath blew on her face.
"Yes, yes, baby, I have wanted to eat you for a long time." The two men shamelessly climbed onto Jinxi's pink bed. "Muran Jinxi, go to hell," a sharp voice cut through
the night sky.
Blood dyed Jin Xi's sight red. "No." Jin Xi was startled and woke up from the dream. She looked ahead with a horrified face, tears rolling down along with the sweat.
"It turned out to be a dream," Jin Xi slowly breathed a sigh of relief. How could the scene just now be so real?
"What's wrong?" Leng Mingshuohan rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes and looked at Jin Xi. "It's okay, I had a nightmare." Jin Xi smiled faintly and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.
Under Ming Shuohan's gaze, he pretended to sleep.
Cold sweat continued to break out on her forehead. An Xiaoyu looked so scary just now, especially when she was holding the gun against her. The ferocious look in her eyes was something Jin Xi had never seen in An Xiaoyu before.
, it’s really scary.
"It's just a dream." Jin Xi comforted herself. After Leng Mingshuohan fell asleep, Jin Xi looked at Zuo Lan Yinche, shook her head lightly, and slowly walked into the living room, with the faint lights flickering.
With.
Xiao Ai: "Scene change. An Xiaoyu's side~"
"Muren Jinxi, how can you win the hearts of two people at the same time?" An Xiaoyu crushed the wine glass in an aura. "How am I worse than you." An Xiaoyu dropped the wine glass fiercely.
"Leng Mingshuohan, you have given me such great humiliation, you deserve to die." "Zuo Lan Yinche, you always defend Mu Ran Jinxi, you deserve to die." An Xiaoyu looked at the world bloody.
An Xiaoyu raised her lips. She had already thought of a plan. Leng Mingshuohan, Zuo Lanyinche, one of you two must die. I want Mu Ran Jinxi to experience more pain than me.
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"I will lose you forever." An Xiaoyu looked at the glass piece underneath dimly, and scratched a big word on the floor: Hate
Dear readers, next, one of the two, Leng Mingshuohan and Zuo Lanyinche, will die~~ and the remaining one will be the real male protagonist.
But... If you guys are very helpful and helpful, I will just write the sad and tragic story written by An Xiaoyu and not abuse our male and female protagonists~~~ So,
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