This person is drunk, and the style of painting is different from others.
The scholar looked at her without presking her, and suddenly reached out and touched her chest and waist.
Ming Lanruo: "..."
He suddenly relaxed himself, the whole person softened on her, and said lazily: "Stupid ... if you are a fool, you don't have to think about anything ... uh ...
Going without concern, it may not be a good thing. "
Ming Lanruo rubbed his eyebrows, sat up halfway, and looked at the scholar who was lying on his legs: "Are you in a bad mood?"
The man in his arms, when he was Cang Qiao, he would never show this kind of almost mourning.
It won't show a moment of weakness ...
Because those weakness will make his enemies move the wind, and the sword that kills his murderer is dull.
He is always the cold, hot, deep and sharp -hearted East Factory Palm Palm.
Ming Lan Ruo said faintly: "Yes, what will not change in this world is that nothing will not change."
Well, he is like this, as if he was betrayed by close relatives, and did not know what to think of, and gave birth to the feeling of nicknant.
What happened to Dongchang?
Hidden scholars were silent, for a while, closed her eyes, buried her face deeply on her waist and abdomen: "Sure enough ... this world is really ... boring."
Will you change too?
He wanted to ask, but he felt redundant.
If you do not change, people like you today should be another man ...
Ming Lanruo knew what he wanted to ask, didn't answer him, and only sighed silently.
我若不变,还是那个眼盲心瞎的傻子,今日又怎么会将你拥在怀里?
两人相依偎,却也算......心有默契了.
After a while, Ming Lan gently stroked his shoulders, and suddenly he was lazy--
"Little scholar, how boring this world, I have been with you, we are boring, we will not be so lonely and difficult, is it?"
The scholar seemed to be stunned. After a while, he smiled lowly.
Well, if she has always been with her, it will not be so lonely.
Red dust on earth ...
If you are boring, you will be boring.
心情仿佛瞬间又变好了.
他忽然从她腰间仰头,抬起绒薄的眼皮看她,细长眼眸拢着迷离的雾气,温软小声地问.
"Little lady, you kissed me, can you, just kiss?"
Ming Lan Ruo watched his eyelashes trembling, his thin white face flushed, a little embarrassed but stubbornly kissed.
She was inexplicably softened in her heart and laughed: "Okay."
This grandfather has been staying in the East Factory for a long time, a bit of trouble, drunk, and he can still be able to work in accordance with people.
But ... this problem is really tight.
She bowed her head, all the way from his forehead, eyelids, nose tip of the butterfly, soft kiss, until his lips ...
The fragrance and spicy wine smell of rose full of mouth make her feel that she is eating roses ...
Well, sure enough, her little scholar is also a rose mint ...
I hope the little scholar with rose mint flavor will not be sad anymore. Sad spring hurts autumn, it is really not suitable for you ...