Chapter 347： Sleep together (2) (1/2)

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The fire is not moving, lying on the bed, the smell of the monsoon smoke flowing between the breath, not like the sweet smell of flowers, it is a kind of taste that I do not know how to describe, very elegant, very sweet, like a stream flowing through the stream It seems that the clouds are haunting the mountains.

Pure makes people seem to be able to forget the trivialities of the world, and the filth hidden in the shadows.

The fire only dared to quietly wipe the line of sight, watching the monsoon smoke quiet sleep.

The appearance of the monsoon smoke is not a perfect color, but it also has a unique delicate, and the fire is faintly felt. This face seems to be much better than the first time, but the eyebrows are still there, and there is no way to change. Yes, that is... no reason to look good, better than any face in the world.

The moonlight sprinkled through the unclosed window, and in the darkness, it fell into the moonlight, and the moonlight of the moon was sprinkled between the eyebrows of the monsoon smoke, and it turned into a halo, shrouded a little.

The fire can't be distinguished. The halo is moonlight or something. I just think that the monsoon smoke at this moment is as warm as it is wrapped in a group of light. The little hand that is placed on his chest, up and down with his breathing, belongs to Her temperature, through a thin coat, warmed his chest a little bit, and the temperature seemed to pass through the skin, through the flesh and blood, and burned his beating heart.

Between the vagueness, the fire broke through the golden fog in the eyebrows of the monsoon smoke, slowly lingering.

The heart of the fire was moving at the moment of seeing the golden moment.

When the ghost made a difference, he reached out and tried to touch the eyebrows of the monsoon smoke, but stopped at a distance.

”I don't want you to hate me...” The brows of the raging fire were crumpled, and the black and white eyes were filled with pain that could not be relieved.

The fire is him, and the star building is him.

but……

She likes one but hates another...