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On an upset day, the body of the monsoon smoke was noisy, but at this moment, when I saw the fire outside the door, it was so beautiful, so quiet, even her slightly impetuous heart calmed down.

"Little Liuhuo, we really have a heart. I was just going to see you." The opening of the monsoon smoke is smiling, and he reaches out his hand and pinches the white and tender cheek of Liuhuo.

This touch

There's no one!

Liu Huo looks at the monsoon smoke with expressionless face, the shadow of the eyelashes is falling on the calm eyes, and the black and white eyes are clearly set off, leaving a trace of astringency and more hazy.

There, only the shadow of monsoon smoke.

"I can't sleep." The fire suddenly opened its mouth.

The monsoon smoke chuckled, "what's the matter? These days, I see that you are in a state of mind, but what happened? "

Liuhuo shook his head.

The monsoon smoke is also very considerate. Since I came back from the imperial cemetery on that day, there has been something wrong with the flow of fire.

Looking at the silent appearance of Liuhuo, the monsoon smoke couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Since I can't sleep alone, why don't I sleep with you?" The monsoon smoke laughs badly.

But

Liu Huo's subconscious was stiff, but soon he raised his eyes, looked at the monsoon smoke and opened his thin lips.

"Good."

"……" Now it's monsoon smoke.

It's really strange. If she teases him like this, I'm afraid that he's already frozen. How can he today

She almost habitually raised her head and touched the flowing forehead. "There's no fever."

His lips were light and his eyes were drooping. His long eyelashes gathered the look of his eyes. He whispered, "can't you?"

Monsoon smoke, "..."

I always feel that the Liuhuo is getting more and more wrong recently, but when I saw the Liuhuo, she felt very sad. The monsoon smoke can't even say a word. She reached out and directly pulled the Liuhuo's hand, and walked towards the bed.

Liuhuo is still pulled by the monsoon smoke. His eyes have been looking at the heel of the monsoon smoke and he is very worried.

I'll never see that guy again. I hate him. ]

on the day of the monsoon smoke, it reverberated in the heart of the fire countless times, each time scraping a layer of flesh from his heart.

Pain, but can not speak.

She Do you hate him so much

Liuhuo was unconsciously pulled to the bedside by the monsoon smoke. Before he could get back to his mind, he went to the soft bed.

He suddenly looked up at the monsoon smoke standing in front of him.

Pounce

Monsoon smoke small hand in the shoulder of Liuhuo is not light or heavy, Liuhuo directly fell on the bed.

He was stunned to see the monsoon smoke take off his coat, lying beside him, a face uncontrolled red up.

The monsoon smoke sleeps in the outside, has its own event clapped clapped the flow fire rapid undulation chest.

"Darling, have a good sleep." Then he closed his eyes.

However

Liu Huo opens his eyes. It's really No sleep at all.