Chapter 3009: 3082 The sunrise that was late 13 (1/2)

Chapter 3009 3082 The Late Sunrise 13

Lan Ting smiled without saying a word, and the corners of Shanshan's mouth were sweet as honey. She had actually guessed that after the door was opened, the layout inside was absolutely exactly the same as the one she had arranged back then. Suddenly, she felt a little indescribable.

Every time she recalled her arrangement at the time, there was a youthful pain in her heart. She thought that apart from this feeling, this memory would never bring her other feelings, but at this moment, her heart seemed to rise. Sweet feeling.

It's no longer wronged, it's no longer complaining, it's no longer sad...

Now, surprises and emotions have washed away all those negative emotions, and when she recalls this room in the future, she knows that she will never feel uncomfortable silently anymore, but more fond memories, just like those years before the age of 18. .

With a creak, the door opened slightly.

Shanshan's heartbeat also jumped with thumps and thumps, it was the sound of being surrounded by love.

The big suite, bedroom, living room, reception room, kitchen, small wine cabinet...everything, as she thought, is her favorite decoration, for a time it seems like a reincarnation for the upcoming eighteenth birthday night.

She was in the room alone, sleeping sweetly, thinking that she would go to the airport to pick up people when she woke up.

Lan Ting walked in immediately, took her to the door, and took her into his arms after his long arms, and put her hands around her waist, so that her back was resting on his chest, and the skin-to-skin kissed him until there were no gaps. Leaning over her head slightly, pressed it against her left shoulder.

”Is there any difference from the previous one?” He asked, his voice stained with a touch of sexiness and a touch of apology.

Shanshan sucked in the tip of her nose and smiled brightly: ”It's exactly the same.”

Regardless of the angle at which the flowers are placed or the hanging pattern of small lanterns, even the arc of the white veil in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that swings with the wind is dyed with a familiarity.