C1871 (1/2)

There is a beauty, I will never forget it.

One day is gone, thinking like crazy.

The Phoenix flies and flies all over the world.

But beauty is not in the east wall.

I'll tell you what you're talking about.

When I see Xu Xi, I feel lost.

……

Mu Shenrong's poem is based on Sima Xiangru's ”Phoenix seeking a mate”.

It's so straightforward that you can't pretend to be stupid.

Fu ran got up early in the morning. After a look on the Internet, this post has become the first in the popular rankings of all colleges and universities. There are countless messages under it, which is just amazing.

She did not expect that such a trivial matter would have such a sensational effect. What's more, Q big and B Congress quarrel so much, it's just inseparable.

Other dormitory students are still sleeping, she got up early in the morning, with a mobile phone headset downstairs.

Listening to the song recommended by Mu Shenrong, she kept running on the playground one after another. Finally, she was panting and almost tired on the playground. She stopped and prepared to sit down and rest.

As a result, there were hands coming from behind, which directly passed through her armpit, pulled her up from the ground, and then said to her, ”don't sit down, you'll get cramps, stand up and walk on.”

Fu ran was scared and struggled: ”how can you be here? Let me go.”

Mu Shenrong nodded, took back his hand, and stood a few steps away from her: ”let's go a few times.”

He was also wearing a sportswear, sweating profusely. When he stood close, he could smell the sweat coming from him. It seemed that it was not the sweat smell of ordinary people, but a strong masculinity.

She subconsciously took a step back, but with a low breath, she fell to the ground.

There were convulsions in her legs, and she clenched her teeth in pain.

Seeing this, Mu Shenrong immediately squatted down and stood in front of her, one hand on her calf, the other on her knee, and said to her: ”don't move, hold on, cramp, it's OK.”

Fu ran was very resistant to him touching himself, but the convulsions were like a small saw, cutting her legs constantly, so that she could not do anything. She could only watch his broad hands pinching her white calves and kneading them slowly.

At the beginning, when she was straightened, she was really in pain. She wanted to cry: ”ah, you can be gentle.”

”If you don't focus, you can't pull it off. It's OK. Just bear with it a little bit.”

Her stomach was relaxed and her face was soft and stiff.

”All right.” He held back his hand in time, resisting some strong impulse, and said to her, ”stand up and try.”

Fu Ran's legs were weak. At last he gave her a hand, and then he was able to stand up: ”how is it? Is it better?”

She moved, leg stomach acid and Zhang, but at least not a big obstacle, then nodded: ”OK, thank you.”