Ark Girls Want to Push Me Down

What is resting on your feet?

This is a sign of deep friendship and close relationship.

Lie down on the same couch, sleep on your feet.

This is a way for the ancients to show affection, and mud boats have also read about it in books before.

There's nothing wrong with it at first glance, but...

make sense...

Get enough sleep!

and broken bones! ?

What is the method of resting on your feet?

My legs cross his legs?His feet stick to mine?

AWSL! !

What kind of drama is this? !The tea ceremony department?

No, not right!

This guy is a man!

stop now!This is a black car!

"Sorry, I think I'd better find a place to rest by myself."

"Can't you?"

After being rejected by the mud boat, the eyes like broken bones and autumn water are full of loneliness, and the face full of grievances is very moving under the bonfire.

"I treat you as a brother."

"hiss……"

The mud boat sucked in a breath of cold air

47. The shocking secret about the birth and death of the universe

Mud Boat couldn't help taking a deep breath.

It stands to reason that no matter how beautiful the broken bones are at this time, he would refuse the invitation to sleep on his feet with a normal sexual orientation.

But the problem is that the other party doesn't dare not give this face.

What is the sophistication?

Excluding the broken bones, she looks like a girl, and has a pair of black silk legs that are not good enough.

This guy is still a leader.

This is the army!

No matter how united you are internally, no matter how you call yourself a brother, the leaders of your army want to have a good relationship with you and be friends and brothers. How dare you refuse?

Are you still messing around?

"I... I understand, let's have a good chat today and deepen our relationship."

The mud boat bit the bullet and accepted the bone-shattering proposal.

A group of people scattered in various abandoned buildings, some with sleeping bags, some simply slept on the furniture, very wartime smell, mud boats and broken bones and a few other people will spend the night in the hall.

The area here is obviously large, and you can lie down everywhere, but the broken bones sit down beside the mud boat.

He took off his bulletproof vest, which was full of ammunition, and took off his thick jacket, revealing his black top.

The body looks soft, without the edges and corners of a man, the waist is also very thin, and the smooth arms make it hard to imagine where this guy has the arm strength to hold grenades... It is estimated that it is the power brought by Originium disease. Bar.

Up to this point, the mud boat was still able to remain calm, and what really made his heart beat faster was the moment when the broken bones started to take off his shoes.

The calf wrapped in black silk was pulled out of the short boots little by little. Because the bone-breaking posture is to sit there and lift the legs to take off the shoes, this angle is just right to see the soles of the feet that have just been exposed from the roots of his thighs.

Fortunately, the mud boat is only a leg control, not a foot control, otherwise I will definitely not be able to hold it.

"What's the matter? Why are you staring at me?"

The broken bones, who had completely liberated the beautiful legs and feet, tilted his head and asked.

"No, that... I just feel like you've changed."

The mud boat diverted the topic.

"That's right... I hear people say that a lot these days."

Broken Bone lay down very comfortably, looking up at the transparent glass ceiling window, the starry sky under the night looked very quiet.

"I'm still the same me. The hatred in my bones will not subside, unless I can kill all the beasts who persecute the infected one day."

Broken Bone's sharp eyebrows relaxed for a while:

"It's just that, rather than killing the enemy, now I pay more attention to my own... and the lives of my comrades."

His autumn water-like eyes were a little more tender: