Although it is very beautiful to go to Bali to play and shoot.

But when I think of that guy, I still can't let go.

He really finds a sense of existence for himself all the time.

My sister Zhizhixiu and I had a delicious seafood meal, and posted it on ins, without fans reminding him, he really commented on me the first time:

Hey Yigu, it's really delicious.

Ah, don't worry about leaving me alone in the children's dormitory.

Then fans will help him talk about me in the comments.

...

Obviously, every time I go back to the dormitory, the happiest thing is you.

We had a great time recording.

The itinerary also arranged for us a lot of shopping time.

The two of us are super strong in combat. We wandered from one end to the other, and finally browsed men's clothing.

I have taken a fancy to a black shirt, which should look good on him.

Also bought a pair of shoes.

I found that his dressing style is more and more like mine, casual and comfortable.

My dressing style is more and more like his, simple and low-key.

Maybe this kind of thing would have influenced each other.

Stepped on the plane, and then returned to the country.

It was early in the morning, I thought he would come in the dormitory, I put down my things, and when I was about to go to the room to get things to wash, I found him lying on the bed, wearing pajamas, already asleep.

scared me.

Since this is the case, I will move a little less, and I don't know if putting something in the cloakroom just woke him up.

By the way, I always feel that there is almost no room in the cloakroom, so I should give up or donate some clothes.

"Li Zhaolu," he suddenly called my name.

"What?" I froze, "Are you awake?"

As a result, he never answered me.

...

The guy started talking in his sleep again.

After washing, he went back to bed, moved him, and slept next to him.

"Back?" He started talking in his sleep again.

I looked at him casually, but the guy's eyes were open.

"Dafa," I reached out and shook him, "Is it upgraded enough to open your eyes and talk?"

"..." As a result, he grabbed my hand and looked at me speechlessly.

"Why are you awake?" I was obviously very careful.

"Just woke up," he licked his lips, "Did you just come back?"

"Well," I thought it was too uncomfortable to be held by him, so I turned to face him directly, "The plane was delayed, and I was exhausted from waiting. I thought you would continue to sleep there today."

"Jungguo came to our house to play," he looked at me, "I thought I could see you, and played for a long time."

"Really? Tsk tsk," I felt a little regretful, "Next time you have time, please keep calling."

"Well," he rubbed his head against my hand and threw it away, "sleep, good night."

"..." That's how I use my hands together.

After my disdainful efforts, Kim Taehyung finally healed before the fanmeeting, and may have grown a little flesh.

His even mother also came to see him once, and I specially spared time to accompany them in those few days.

In short, I am very happy that she can go back to Seoul with peace of mind.

Of course, thanks to him, I can also successfully lose weight and return to my ideal state to participate in various fashion exhibitions and new product exhibitions.

But Kim Taehyung, who is abroad, expressed his resentment. Sometimes hearing him talking in his sleep can make me laugh to death:

"Li Zhaolu...how much meat..."

But there is no way, he can't control me abroad.

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Changed the name of the afternoon

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