Fantasy: The Supporting Role Does Not Want To Be A Younger Brother

Three months later, Dong Furong showed a sweet smile, no longer concealed in her behavior, and presented it perfectly in front of his eyes.

"Can you come closer to me?"

The young man nodded with a smile: "Yes."

"A little closer."

"it is good."

The two looked at each other close at hand, and Dong Furong's heart pounded, as if such a distance could get each other's temperature.

Millions of years of vicissitudes have gradually faded away at this time, and what has been exchanged is vitality, youth, youth and happiness.

"It's been three months, and I still don't know your name?"

"Ji Changju."

"It really lives up to its name, but it's a little too scary. Do you want to know what my name is?"

"Dong Furong."

"So you know wow."

Four months later, Dong Furong lightly touched the young man's face, and the tenderness made her feel very real, as if she was a real person.

"We've been standing for so long, I want to sit down and talk."

"it is good."

The young man waved his hand gently, and there was a set of tables, chairs and benches in front of the two of them, and there were teapots and cups on them, and the spout was still steaming.

The simple furnishings made Dong Furong very happy. The other party was so warm, she always obeyed her words and never refused once.

The two of them took their seats, Dong Furong held her cheeks with both hands, and her beautiful eyes looked at each other: "Why do you always appear in my dreams?"

The young man replied politely: "Because I am the perfect man in your heart, and you want to have me, that's why this is the case."

Dong Furong seemed to have seen through her mind, her expression was a little flustered, she quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

Five months later, Tang Yi came to this remote mansion again, ready to accompany his wife, but she kept complaining.

But unfortunately, when I came to the lobby, I didn't see a figure, so I started to ask the next person.

The servant's words made him feel that he was superfluous. It turned out that Mrs. she had already Closed Door Training.

When he came to the door of a secret room, he felt a familiar atmosphere. Tang Yi shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I can't blame me. It's your own Closed Door Training, alas... go."

A quarter of an hour later, the door to the secret room opened, and a woman with a slender and fat posture came out.

If Tang Yi sees it, he will be speechless in surprise, because this woman has become much younger, and her complexion is indescribably rosy and rich.

Dong Furong showed a complicated look, and her heart was also entangled.

She has changed, and now she feels that the person she has been with for millions of years is old and ugly, and she gradually begins to feel disgusted and unwilling to face him.

In this dream, after Dong Furong appeared, she did not smile as cheerfully and lively as before, but became silent.

The two sat down, neither of them said a word, and the boy quietly accompanied her like this.

After a long time, Dong Furong breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the boy in her dream, and whispered, "Can you hug me?"

The boy's eyelids twitched. This was the first time he had other expressions. Looking at her affectionately, he nodded and stood up.

He came to her side, stretched out his hand and pulled her up, and the two embraced each other sincerely.

Dong Furong is a lot happier now. The temperature of the other party makes her feel very stable. She really wants to be like this for a lifetime. Gradually, her eyes become moist, leaving complicated tears.

Eight months later, Dong Furong came out of the other's arms, frowning at the table and bench, sitting here all the time was too uncomfortable.

"Can you build a wooden house and some simple furniture."

The young signboard smiled: "Okay, as long as you want, I will satisfy you."

Dong Furong happily fell into his arms again: "You are so kind to me."

The young man stroked the other person's hair, brushing the smooth snow-like back from top to bottom, revealing a sinister smile.

Dong Furong trembled all over, but her heart was beating violently like before, burying her head in his arms, not daring to speak.