Legend of Fu Yao

..." calmly holding Meng Fu into the house, and then calmly closed the door in some peeping eyes.

The lights in the house did not rise, and the grandson did not burn the lights. He gently put Meng Fu to the bed and took the water. The light of the moon and the moon washed away her easyness. His eyes were silky, silky and long, pale purple. The smoked sleeves passed over her cheeks, and the spring breeze was smooth and soft. I clung to the fingers of the face towel and wiped my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally my lips a little.

His finger stopped at her upper lip, and at a certain position, the gesture was extremely light, and it seemed to be afraid of pressing her, and then sighed.

He said: "Swing... you always worry me..."

Meng Fu shake can't move, kill him with his eyes - hypocrite!

The long-term Sun Wuji had nothing to do with her eyes. After wiping her face, she wiped her hand and washed away the slight black color that she deliberately dyed. His fingers stopped when he touched Meng Fu’s right-handed little finger, and then, across the face towel, Gently held the slightly deformed finger.

He held it for so long, leaning his head slightly, as if to make the slightly raised contour of the bone joint, deep and deep into the bottom of the heart through the long-term touch at the moment, the moonlight faintly in, he sinks in the shadow Attentive, calm and cool.

Then he loosened the face towel, changed his hand, and took the Meng Fu Shaman.

Meng Fu Shao only felt that the whole body was shocked. A long and deep instinct poured into the water from the vein door, and quickly flowed into the whole body, rushing to her internal injury. The true gas track is extremely familiar. It is the strength of the inner strength of the long-term grandson. She subconsciously wants to refuse to breathe, but suddenly she is black.

Some unscrupulous person fell asleep again.

When Meng Fu Sha was awake by someone's enthusiasm, she only saw the back of the long-grandchild of the moonlight looking at the moon. He had long hair and sloppy breath, and he heard the movement of her sitting, and the head did not return. Road:

"Shake."

Meng Fu shakes his face and does not answer.

"Fo Lin is not my fiancee."