Female supporting style is wrong

"There are many kinds of liking, love, admiration, or deep love, which one are you?"

Soft lights diffused across the room, filling the room with clarity.

Ji Ge sat on the sofa, and the coffee table in front of her was full of things she had worked so hard to bring back.

The girl's lips were kissed brightly, with a thin layer of dense color, and the blood color was vivid, smudged like a crimson rose.

The young man sat opposite her, looking like he had done something wrong and let it go, which caused Ji Ge a headache.

There is a little halo on her long eyelashes, each grain is distinct and clear, like a little bit of star falling, and the gold dots dye the tail end, and the beautiful arc like a long-tailed butterfly is shining brightly.

Ji Ge was asking An Lian very seriously.

The young man restrained his usual gentleness and alienation, with fine black hair hanging over his forehead, delicate eyebrows and eyes that were stubborn and stubborn.

"I do not know."

"But I know," the boy raised his eyelashes to look at her, and repeated word by word: "I like my sister, from the first time we met."

Ji Ge was quiet for a while, then stretched out his hand to rub his temples, and said something abruptly.

"I wanted to let you go."

The girl stretched out her hand to him, her shiny nails were shining, and her smiling eyes were curved.

--come over.

An Lian understood the meaning of Ji Ge.

The young man stretched his brows and eyes, and became happy.

He moved over and sat beside Ji Ge.

The petite and beautiful girl threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

The weight on the chest is not heavy, but it is very reassuring.

The girl muttered softly.

The voice was too low for An Lian to hear clearly.

The girl hugged his neck unhappily, pressed her palms down, and exerted a little force. An Lian understood what she meant, and bowed her head obediently.

The delicate chin is touched softly.

Feather-like light and soft strength.

"I won't let you go." She whispered.

After experiencing so many planes, how could Ji Ge be really stupid and sweet, unable to understand the deep meaning of the boy's actions, she was giving him the last chance to escape.

Dodging everywhere, pretending to be stupid everywhere.

A witch is an existence without a heart.

She is cunning, greedy, buried countless decayed and pale bones under her grand and passionate love, and thorns are everywhere around her body, sharply cutting her skin.

If you want to get close to her, you have to endure the pain of bruises all over your body.

Indomitable love will not be exchanged for equal returns.

Few people are willing to do such a loss-making business.

Taming a witch is a long and exhausting process.

But she still has a little sincerity, which no one knows.

Ji Ge's soft heart had long been buried in that blood-red hell, and the world died with it. She abandoned all weakness and compassion, buried the past, and protected herself as hard as iron, without a single gap.

If she didn't lose her memory in Tianlangge's plane, and Jikong didn't save her with her life, then Jige couldn't be truly emotional.

Every wrong step will lead to an unknown ending.

But Jige lost his memory, and Tianlangge, who was hurt, was wary of others, but he still had his heart after all.

She was moved by the lonely sky, sporadic light penetrated into the overgrown heart, allowing affection to grow.

Even though it is immature and fragile, it exists stubbornly, waiting for the day when it will bloom the brightest roses.

The witch rolled her eyes.

An Lian was slightly stunned, and the corners of her slender lips slowly fell to her ears.

"My sister promised me."

Ji Ge's serious face: "Wait until your college entrance examination is over."

An Lian: "I have been in the third year of high school, and the college entrance examination is over."