The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

For Chu Yuning, this is the first time to stick to the palm of the hand, the ten fingers interlock.

He felt that it was enough, too much. Fortunately, there was no more move in the ink, otherwise he probably could jump from a hundred feet and escape.

Fortunately.

As for the ink burning, this is the first time he did not know the second time with the Chu nightning palm, the ten fingers.

He didn't think it was enough, too little, but fortunately he didn't have more moves, or he would like to kiss if he took the hand and then wanted to ask for more.

It's really bad.

But even then, the ink burned still can be perceived, Chu nightning seems to be at large.

On the same day, they landed on the sword. Chu night Ning did not say that he turned and ran, and ran two steps. He felt that the pace was rushing and he slowly slowed down.

After slowing down, there were no two steps. I heard the ink burning behind him, and when I was in a hurry, I began to sneak again.

"..."

The ink burned as he strode over the meteor, and his heart was itchy and painful, hot and soft.

Seeing that Chu Ning was burying his head toward a big tree, the ink burned immediately: "Be careful -!"

"boom!"

Still hit it.

He was busy and asked: "Are you hurting? Let me see."

Chu night Ning snorted his forehead without snoring, after a while, went forward.

I want to follow the ink, and he listened to him and said, "Don't follow me."

"I... I have to go back to rest."

"You stand and blow for a while, blow it cold and come in again."

Blowing cold?

Ink burned, how to blow cold?

Holding your hand, this night, the heart is hot.

But he was still obedient and did not continue to follow. He stood under the cold moonlight and watched the night of the night, until he disappeared behind the wall, and then walked to the tree where the late night was accidentally hit, quietly for a moment, sticking his forehead to the trunk. on.

The tree is rough and he closes his eyes.

Chu nightning...

like him.

Flying flowers, the island is like spring.

When the moon is empty, the clouds are covered.

The tides are dark and the water is full of color.

No matter how good the world is, it’s better than nothing. Chu nighting likes him.

Rao is that he is lack of words, and his qualifications are stupid. This moment is also a heart-warming, Wensiquan. Love can make the simple and straight wood of the ink rain become a poet, Chu night Ning likes him, Chu night Ning... Chu night Ning likes him!

He grinds the bark with his forehead, wants to calm down, wants to be forbearing, wants to "cool down", wants...

No, I can't do it.

He couldn't stand anymore, couldn't help it, couldn't help it, and he couldn't cool down. His closed eyes were shaking slightly, and the gap between the eyelashes was soaked with tenderness and ecstasy. His mouth curled up and the dimples on his cheeks grew deeper and deeper. The honey is more and more overflowing.

Chu nightning likes him.

like him.

Yes...the one who is in love with him, the best person in the world, the one who wants to linger in his arms for the rest of his life, is the late night of Chu...

In front of the Tang Emperor, the Emperor of the Emperor, the master of the real world, is actually in this wild and uninhabited white sand, against a tree with a stalk of leaves, with his eyes closed, his shoulders tremble, and laughter .

Because Chu Xiaoning likes him, the wind he smells is sweet, and the sound of the waves is sweet.

Chu night, like him.

He smiled low, but smiled and cried.

He licked his mouth like a madman, shed tears, sweet, but his heart hurts.

Chu nightning...

like him.

From the town of Choi Butterfly, they secretly licked their hairpins.

like him……

He suddenly wondered when it was from the time that Chu Yuening had been standing behind him, silently waiting, waiting silently, waiting for him to turn back, waiting for him to reach out and wait for him to turn around and see.

How long has it been waiting for Chu?

In this life, last life.

Stacked together, twenty years?

More than twenty years.

He is a drizzle of light and rain, knowing that the most priceless thing in the world is the years.

Under the power, turning over the clouds for the rain, any treasures of treasure, beautiful honey, will continue to come, only the years, the dead like Sichuan, can not be chased.

One person, willing to exchange you for two thousand gold, that is desire.

A person, willing to change you with a bright future, that is love.

And a person, willing to use twenty years of years, the best years to change you, to wait for you.

And don't say anything, don't ask for a return, and don't ask for results.

That is stupid.

Really, it’s really stupid.

The ink burns the throat and condenses, and the bitterness spreads over the tongue, and it surges into a tide. He thinks -

Chu nightning, you really... too stupid.

how so? How can this be?

I can't help you with the slightest rain.

You are the best person in the world, and me?

Full of blood, death is not enough, people are reviled, never super-born.

I bully you, hate you, disappoint you, I killed you.

You don't even know what I have done...

You don't even know! !

The ink burned the tree, and the choked cry fell into the roaring sea breeze. What did he do...

In the eyes of Chu Xiaoning, go chasing the back of another person.

In the eyes of Chu Xiaoning, I was waiting for another person to look back.

In the illusion of Jin Chengchi, he personally said to Chu Yuning, Shi Yan, I like you.

He took a knife and cut the heart of Chu Ning!

But what about Chu Ning?

Silence is like a meteorite, the river does not turn, the knife is in his heart, and he is as good as nothing, taking care of him, tolerating him and accompanying him.

Until the death.

... until death.

He laughed, he cried, and he was alone in the moonlight. No one could see it. He was crazy.

Chu Yuning, two generations, two generations of life did not let the ink burn know his own mind, this proud person has done the most humble thing in his life, that is, like a person.

For that person, he did everything he could, but he was already waiting for a long time, knowing that the other side would never have his own position. He knew that the other party would not like himself. Do not disturb, choose not to be alarmed, do not give others a little bit of trouble.

Choose, leaving the last dignity.

In the last life, when he died, he only said one thing. It’s me who is thin, and I don’t complain.

In this life, he confessed to him, Chu is so good, so proud, but said: "I am not good. I have never liked anyone."

Stepping on the fairy... Ink rain... All... What did you do...

What have you done! ! !

Is it eye-catching, or is it faint?

Why can't you see why?

Chu Xiaoning was lying on the bed, the curtain had been laid down, and he was smashing through the smoldering shadows of the smoke, watching the lights outside the account.

His face is very hot, his heart beats quickly, his thoughts are condensed, and his flow is very slow.

Compared with the outside, because of the evil spirits of the soul, and unable to appreciate the pure sweetness, Chu nightning seems so simple and clean.

He stretched his fingers and showed them in front of his eyes. When he returned to God, he found that he had covered the back of the other hand with one hand, and the palms overlapped with the back of the hand, just like the one who was holding him.

"..."

Responding to what he was doing, Chu night Ning stunned, and then became angry and angry, hating himself would be so heart-wrenching, actually obsessed with the power of the talented person and could not take off.

No interest!

He loosened his hands in disgust and slap his right hand with his left hand.

"Oh."

The door suddenly opened, and the night wind that was involved in the wind swayed.

Chu night Ning suddenly turned over and pretended to sleep. He heard the man walk into the room and walked to the bed. The tall figure covered the faint candlelight. Even through the curtain, he could feel the dim light, and the shadow of the ink burned on the bed, oppressing him and making him Some are out of breath.

"Master, are you already asleep?"

The sound of ink burning is very gentle, I don't know why, with some hoarseness, it seems to be soaked in the bitterness of the sea.

Chu night Ning did not answer.

The ink burned for a while, and then he seemed to be afraid of waking up the night, and then he was sleeping in the place where he slept yesterday. He honestly gave himself a floor and then blown out. The candlelight.

When the house was smashed into darkness, even because there was no full house of butterflies and sea otters, this black was deeper than last night, it was so irritating and oppressive that it was fearful of what would happen in the night and looked forward to it. What can happen in this dark night.

But the ink burned nothing, this person who used to go to the kiln to make a name for himself, suddenly became so dull, cautious, pity, and courteous.

He lay down in his coat.

Chu night Ning loosened his breath and vaguely gave birth to some embarrassment, but he had not had time to be ashamed of his embarrassment, and he heard the ink burned and rose from the ground. Then Luo Xiao moved, he opened his bed curtain.

Chu Xinning’s heart mentioned the eyes of the blind man. He did not move, he still curled up and slept, and tried his best to mix his breath, hoping that he would not be surprised by the other party.

He didn't know that the smoldering suddenly got up and wanted to do something.

He did not end the Taoist, did not break the Qing Dynasty, his only sexual related cognition, all from the inexplicable absurd dreams.

He is like a person who has never been to the water. He is afraid of the raging waves and is more than eager. He would rather find a small water pool to the waist. If he wants him to face the tide of the river at once, he is afraid that he will die in the whirlpool.

Therefore, he is actually very afraid that there will be more moves in the ink.

However, I don’t know if it’s because of the sorrow of his sorrow, or if he heard his eager rush, and stood quietly for a while, then he leaned over—

The bow is a bit low, and Chu Ningning can almost feel his hot and sturdy breath, and the hot chest seems to be pressed down.

However, it was only so low that he looked at him for a while, and smashed his smashed hair behind his ear, and then he was shackled. He helped him cover the warm quilt.

Chu night Ning was slightly determined, satisfied and dissatisfied. But in this case, the smoldering is always honest...

The word "人" is still in the brain, and the old man burns and then bows his head. Chu nightning only has time to feel the soft and warm touch on his cheeks, and his head slams into the waves and screams. To the shore of the boulder, splashing thousands of snow.

The breath of ink burned around him, smoked him, and smashed him.

He kissed his side face.

There are a few people who can face the sleeping face of a loved one. They just look at their sleeves and just cover the quilt. It’s just good night.

The ink rain exhausted all restraint and endurance, and the chain was deeply plunged into the flesh of desire, and the other was caught, but the soft and soft kiss was misplaced.

Blood rumbling, poor night Yuhua Hengming Shenwu, I calmly calm, stepping on the heroic posture, but in the low heat of the ink and rain, the cheeks are hot, palms and night sweats.

He couldn’t think about anything for a moment, he couldn’t realize anything, his breath was holding it, his heart was jumping so fast that he no longer belonged to himself, and there was nothing between the heavens and the earth, as if nothing was left, and he seemed to be in the belly. A fire was ignited, and the light spots scattered around the eyes flashed. In dizziness, he can barely realize one thing:

The ink burned and kissed him.

Although it is only a side face.

As for other things, such as how long the ink has been kissed, he has no spare time to think about it. His fingers are pinched under the shackles, sweating hot, his eyes are shaking and shaking...

Fortunately, the night was very dark, and he couldn’t help but see that the eyelashes were not seen by the ink.

Fortunately, the face of Cunning Ning was too hot, and the whole person was groggy, so he did not feel it. When he kissed, a drop of warm tears slipped from his cheeks and slid between his neck.