smoke cyan

When he lifted the jackknife out of his sleeve, the water-thin metal reflected the fluctuating light of the sky, creating a coldness that pierced his bone marrow like frozen snow in severe winter, and the bright silver phantom swayed in his pure blue pupils like jewels In a trance, it was like cold stars falling into the deep sea.

Patsy tried his best to overcome the burning pain from the chest to the waist and abdomen that never stopped. He covered all the injuries of his body under the neatly stitched black windbreaker. A sickly bluish-gray glowed from under the skin, and the originally clean skin color seemed to be soaked in the inner texture of the white marble by diluted pigment.

This is like a face that can only be stained by moss all over the body after being soaked in a damp cave for many years. It is not terrible, it only makes people feel dry and desolate, as if life is the rivers, lakes and seas whose source is about to dry up and decline. Can no longer bear the honing accumulated over the years.

Even when he was seriously injured, Paci still insisted on keeping his back straight as a line, not caring that those large and small wounds on his body might be torn, oozing old and glowing due to large movements. Blood with a strong fishy smell.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly. I thought you would have to lie down for at least half a month before you fell ill."

Caesar's voice, which was as mellow as sweet hot chocolate, was slightly hoarse because of the strong smell of tobacco.

Passy turned his head to look at Caesar's face with a Cohiba cigar in his mouth, and just smiled faintly as always:

"Master."

"Although it should be called Patriarch, I don't know why the young master sounds relaxed."

Caesar breathed out a long puff of smoke, and his heart fluctuated slightly because of this long-lost title. It seemed that along with the removal of the title of "Patriarch", those heavy responsibilities like mountains and rocks on his shoulders and the burden from birth The trajectory of fate has been destined since then.

"Maybe I'm used to it..." Patsy put the pocket knife back into his sleeve, "Once this kind of thing invades your life, it will become a part of your body. It's difficult to change, but it's not impossible."

"What can be done?"

"Cultivate another habit and then devour it." The smile on Paxi's brows was still warm.

"Of course it would be great if you could do this, but judging from the current situation, obviously you can't." Caesar's eyes drifted past his faintly gray face, and his tone subtly raised, " Otherwise, I wouldn't fight with others and turn myself into a blue-faced beast."

"The doctor said that as the body gets better, the blood circulation in the face will gradually become smoother." Paxi slightly raised the corners of his mouth with self-deprecating emotions, "This face often makes me feel that I am actually a body that has been frozen in the freezer for a long time." Corpse."

"With your strength, there was no possibility of losing to that mixed race, but you made yourself look like you would die at any time..."

Caesar suddenly reached out and poked his ribs through the windbreaker. Seeing the fine cold sweat on his forehead, he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Even the family's war machine, there will be times when it misses." After the pain eased a little, Paci tried to raise his breath to keep his tone steady to conceal his abnormality.

"You really expect me to believe this set of rhetoric..." Caesar shook his head helplessly, "I won't force you if you don't want to say it, anyway, the root cause of it can't be separated from that little girl."

Passy's expression froze, he knew exactly who the little girl Caesar was talking about now, but he remained silent and did not intend to answer.

Caesar didn't care about his reaction, and continued on his own:

"It's so pitiful for the little girl to be thrown in the deep mountains and old forests by you. She plays with mud every day without anyone to accompany her..."

"Oh, it seems that I can't speak anymore... I heard that if things like language are not used for a long time, the pronunciation organs will also degenerate."

"Do you remember what she looked like before? She is thinner now than before, and she looks like a weak chicken. I can cut her neck off with one hand...Of course I don't mean that I want to cut her neck cut off."

"Have you seen her?" Percy finally interrupted Caesar's words, his lips and teeth slightly opened and closed, and his tone was difficult as if he had emptied the air in his lungs before squeezing out a few dry syllables. No emotional ups and downs.

Caesar's handsome brows gradually stretched, and he knew very well that this man was always elegant and clean, and always looked like the first iris cut from a noble manor filled with rain and dew. The inner layer of the layer seems to be indestructible, but in fact, only a small breakthrough is needed to destroy the outer shell.

But now, he found this breakthrough point with ease, and calmly used external force to force the cracks on the ice layer to expand and spread until they were crushed into ice crystal powder and disappeared with the wind and blended with the sky. Integral, returning to the original clarity and clarity.

"Don't always think that you gave her a new life. People can never get rid of the shadow of the past when they start again. Those traces left by the past will be compressed into the most secret part and dormant in the brain..."

Caesar crushed the cigar in the palm of his hand, not caring that the residual heat of the flames burned his skin,

"She still can't forget you even though she can't remember anything. Who can forget the feeling of blood flowing in their veins? That is the feeling of 'alive', the 'alive' you have been pursuing."

Caesar's tone became weaker and weaker. He always played the role of a competent spectator in this joys and sorrows. He never saw the dust settle that he expected... After all, he still felt a little bit for other people's stories. Unwillingness from the bottom of my heart.

"I'll go see her when I'm healthy...it's just an old lover, how can it be as difficult as I imagined?"

Caesar put his suit jacket on his arm, and walked slowly towards the outside of the room. His tone even hinted at a hint of a joke at the end, but it was faintly firm, as if he was standing in a church and reading an oath. Pious and pure as clean as ever,

"Besides...you like her so much..."

Patsy watched his figure being submerged by the increasingly blazing skylight outside the door into a bunch of vain silhouettes frozen in black and white film, and subconsciously touched the small pocket of his windbreaker with his trembling fingertips. Cool textured metal ring.

The ring setting made of two exquisitely polished streamlined leaves is still ingenious, but the ruby ​​that should have been deeply embedded in it, which would stain the girl's plain white finger with a pool of enchanting blood, is nowhere to be found. These sharp spar edges and corners seem to have been brutally grabbed by unknown external forces.

But Patsy still caressed the outline of the ring meticulously, as if in this way he could feel how clear and smooth its former owner's skin was.

It was close to noon, and when the long sunlight shone into the room, it had been scattered and fragmented by the gaps in the shutters, but it unexpectedly showed the mottled beauty of hollow lanterns burning candles.

Percy finally took the wedding ring out of his pocket and let it lie silently in his palm. His eyes were smudged with a pure warm color with a ray of pale gold penetrating into his pupils. He still refused to tell Caesar what happened. It was when he was fighting that mixed race that he had almost grasped all the odds of winning, but there was only a small episode.

If the ring hadn't fallen out of his pocket when the other party fully released the word spirit, then he wouldn't have been obsessed with withdrawing from the dust-free land the moment the ring fell, and made himself the current loser ...

It's really not an ordinary embarrassment...Little girl...

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The cool mint-colored branches and leaves spread quietly above the head, forming a large and fine curtain that blocks the scorching sun, pouring and falling along the branches like flowing water, and at a glance, it only makes people feel like tea smoke flowing emerald green The elegance that permeates the five senses.

Even in the shade, the girl's long, light brown hair has a faint soft light of silk that stretches all the way up to her waist, and the extremely thin black hairband is tied around the delicately braided hair on her temples like two flirtatious butterflies.

On the doll collar of her white long-sleeved chiffon shirt, there is a hollowed-out and carved black gold-studded button, which dangles and jumps around her slender neck, forming a light spot of unknown color, making her suet jade-colored skin vaguely transparent , you can almost see the blue-purple cool-toned veins.

She was wearing a loose and casual black suspender skirt over a shirt, revealing two slender and straight calves like a newly sprung wicker. Unspeakably vivid.The vividness seems to have texture, and the pupils are like polished ice mirrors, reflecting the vigorous growth of all things in the world.

In the natural scenic spot where tourists are crowded and scrambling to take pictures, only a large piece of green grass with her as the center is inaccessible, as if a green one is drawn alone in the blackness of crowds of people. Yuan, no matter how you look at it, there is a weird disharmony.

But Chloe didn't realize it, she just focused on the sculpture of the portrait of her hand, the sculpture knife outlined the bone outline and muscle direction of the face to create a three-dimensional effect, everything was perfect, if she could, she might be willing to try Sculpture the internal skeleton of the human body after cutting the body.

But her sculptures were never engraved with eyes.

When Paxi saw her, she was standing under the tree whose branches and leaves were intertwined and luxuriant like a stream of clear water, always holding a carving knife in her hand, but her eyes wandered among the crowd and couldn't focus all the time.

Paxi looked at the swaying clear water in her eyes, but caught a trace of pale alienation from such clear and beautiful eyes, as if she had already been separated from the world and lived alone in a vacuum.

Patsy knew she must be looking for something, but she obviously found nothing, and he didn't go forward.

I saw Chloe again in the early morning of the next day. Her deep wine red shirt was paired with a black tunic skirt, which was intertwined with the matte lipstick she applied today to form a clean and delicate coquettish.

The dew slid down the leaf veins onto her completely scattered long hair, and finally stained her looming earlobes. The water droplets were so clear that people couldn't help but want to reach out and wipe them off for her.

He looked at the coquettishness she inadvertently exuded, although it was still mixed with the childishness on her body, it didn't look out of place. He suddenly realized that the awkward and coquettish little girl in his arms in the past was after all a grown-up girl. big.

Percy didn't dare to look any more and hurried away to shorten the distance between the two of them as much as possible. The last scene that was frozen in sight was Chloe reaching out to climb the thick branches and kicking on the rough bark as if to Tie the twine in your hand to the branch.

He was a little confused, but his brain emptied at this moment, and some memory areas that had been dusty for a long time were washed away and the accumulated dust gradually revealed its original appearance.

"You can tie me a swing... that tree is very strong and won't be strangled by me..."

The delicate and soft voice in his mind looped endlessly like a conch echo, but Paxi only felt a deep tranquility in his heart, and all the sourness was suppressed under the cool touch in his heart.

Passy stayed in this small North American town where Chloe lived for three days, and during the three days, girls always came into his sight with various gestures.

He felt that when she was running, she was light like a deer with delicate eyelashes, and when she was dozing off under a tree, she was delicate and innocent like a ignorant koala... Everything she did was full of natural vitality Breath, only when he was in a daze with eyelids hanging down, he would find the long-lost sense of familiarity. I don't know how long ago, the fine porcelain doll was as fragile and fragile, but it still made people want to pinch her.

Whenever this happened, he would suck in the cool air to fill his lungs, and even rubbed his throat so hard that he didn't know how to restrain the strong rush from the bottom of his heart that was so strong that it made him feel sick. The sour thirst in his nose, the thirst of a thirsty traveler in the desert for a clear spring in an oasis.

He wanted to hug her, just once, but he couldn't.

When the three days were up, Passy decided to leave.

He packed all his luggage the night before, and the camera that had been prepared in the luggage was not used.He never left any images of Chloe. Maybe before he came, he was inspired to shoot a set of Chloe's life photo album, but when he really went to spy on a girl's life as a stranger, he gave up. This is your last chance to make a memory for yourself.

He couldn't freeze Chloe, nor could he freeze these lost years. No matter how he tried to freeze everything, he knew that everything was moving forward, and no one could return to the original point.

But I really miss... the time when you only belonged to me.

On the morning of the fourth day, when he set foot on the gravel path in this small town, the mist hadn't melted yet, and Patsy subconsciously watched that the grass that Chloe often haunted seemed to be saturated with the moisture in the air. When you step on it, a few transparent blisters will pop out.

Chloe, who always appeared at this time point, was nowhere to be seen at this time. Percy just thought it was a little girl who was sleepy and afraid of the tide, and she didn't feel much disappointed in not being able to see the last time. Anyway, no matter how many times she saw her, It's just his own disappointment.

He walked very slowly step by step, as if he wanted to take a breath of air tainted with his girly breath. When he moved to the end of the path, there was a rustling sound behind him, and he suddenly froze in place.

When the soft and fragrant object behind him, like half-melted toffee, hit him, it hugged his waist, and the sound of laughter was so sweet that he could drown him:

"Caught you..."

He didn't dare to turn his head back, tears gradually spread to his eyes, and he no longer wanted to suppress his emotions, large expanses of water flowed wantonly on his pale face, and thoughts rushed out like a sluice in disrepair.

She whispered softly in his ear, awkwardly or coquettishly:

"who are you?"

"I like you."

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The author has something to say: the main text has finally come to an end, and the next one is the extra chapter of Honey Juice. If there are any little angels who have requests for extra episodes or have extra episodes they want to watch, please don't be careless and tell me (*?︶?*). .:*?

☆, Fan Wai Yi Luan Chess (1)

This is the second ending I ever thought of, the reunion after seven years, everything returns to the original point.

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This is the first time Passy saw such an out-of-the-ordinary flower at a funeral. In the black and white primary colors of mourners dressed in black dresses and pure white roses all over the world, it is as if the chessboard has not yet been played. The fragmented sapphire blue dyed by the incomplete petals of countless irises seems deviant.

But no one has the right to stop this kind of disrespectful behavior of the deceased, because it is the only blood continuation of the deceased to appear at the funeral with this crazy, fragile and extremely beautiful flower, the only one in this group The...insider in a besieged city of outsiders.

This was the first time Percy saw Chloe after seven years, and she felt that she was in the same closed space as her, but it seemed that they were separated by insurmountable barriers of time and space that could not be broken. Can't even touch it.

She bears an engraved resemblance to a large bunch of sapphire blue irises in her arms. Under the fragile and transparent appearance hides the madness of destroying jade and stone, extremely pure and clean but coquettish and calm.

In fact, Passy has always known that Henkel is not fond of this dangerously poisonous flower.

This old man lived in a high position all his life and possessed everything that ordinary people dare not expect, but when his life was about to turn to dust, he ushered in the happiness that he never had and never expected that ordinary people could easily get.

Although his daughter is pale, thin and nervous, always unwilling to get close to him like a curled up hedgehog, he still pours all his love into her as much as possible, trying to hold on to the blood that came too late A little warmth of symbiosis.

"I hope that my funeral will be filled with blue irises, and Chloe will complete this step, which can be regarded as the perfect ending for me as a father..."

Henkel's words suddenly resounded through his memory area like the echo of the valley, revealing the weak hole after the life was taken away, and it seemed to loop endlessly over and over again.

"If you continue to be in a daze, don't even think about getting back together."

Caesar's extremely low whispers suddenly came from beside him, but they woke him up from his stupor.

"You misunderstood, I just came to assist you in attending the funeral."

He reflexively denied the obvious ambiguity in Caesar's words, which was formulaic and rigid.

But Patsy soon stopped paying attention to how monotonous and difficult the syllables overflowed from his throat, because not far away, Chloe's figure had already stepped onto the high platform.

She silently walked to Henkel's body, staring at her father's pale face like a wax figure, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and the wrinkles carved by knives froze at the moment when he cut off his breath, Just like the years he has experienced are countless.

Her white fingertips were dyed a strange color by the coquettish blue, as if they were burning with faint fireflies.Chloe unhurriedly placed the irises in her arms close to her father's body one by one, until the slightly toxic flowers bloomed in different shades of blue and purple on Henkel's body. The waves reflected the same color on his face.

There was no wave in Paxi's heart, just silently watching her straight back wrapped in a high-necked retro pure black dress, and watching her beautiful long hair that was born with amorous feelings all coiled in her mind. The meticulous bun at the end, and the skirt fluttering like a butterfly's wings when she turned around and walked off the high platform after all this.

When she finally saw Chloe's face clearly, Patsy felt that the sluggish air in her lungs was expeled in an instant, and her well-behaved face like a fine porcelain doll hadn't lost even a little bit of the past due to the plunder of time. Traits, but she still seems to have changed.

Patsy doesn't know if she is the only one who feels this way, she is plain, but it seems that as long as she stands there and looks at you, she will absorb all the strong or light colors around her into her body Rong Guangli... Because she was standing there looking at him now, maybe it was just the direction he was standing in, but he still subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.

"This big cutscene is over, and then Mr. Henkel can rest in the ground." Caesar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and patted Passy on the shoulder, "We don't have to follow, should this Chloe According to Miss' request, no guests are allowed to enter during the burial."

"It's against the rules..." Passy noticed that the surrounding guests were leaving one after another, and black and white poured out from the exit of the carved wooden door. For a while, only he and Caesar remained without moving with the flow of people.

"It's not incomprehensible. I think Mr. Henkel doesn't want anyone other than his relatives to see him off." Caesar raised his eyebrows, "Now your little girl is in the vortex of power. Think about the situation Mr. Henkel is in." It is only natural that the legacy he left to his daughter is coveted by those young talents in North America."

"Cloe will not be the heir, what they want is not in her." Percy pondered, her eyes deepening.

"Do you think that everyone's father-in-law is a North American mixed-race leader, and then he was told all the truth?" Caesar widened Hailan's eyes, as if he had heard some incredible joke, "Finger has not yet succeeded, It is only natural for people who don't know the truth to focus on the leader's only daughter."

Patsy was about to answer something, but noticed that Chloe, who had been standing there silently like a statue, had disappeared.

"Don't look, the lady just went to the funeral. If you want to see it, go directly to the cemetery..." Caesar said with an unknown smile, "We will stay here for a while, so we can do whatever we want as soon as possible."

Seeing that Paxi didn't reply to him, he simply walked towards the door on his own: "I have to go back to catch up on sleep. It's really late to fly here in the middle of the night... just help me out, little girl." It’s not easy to toss around a big business.”

Percy did not refute Caesar's ridicule, but focused his gaze on the dark bluish-blue light that penetrated through the skylight. There were faintly fine dust floating in it, reflected in his pupils and gradually shrinking. Into a dark spot of light.

When he left the funeral hall, the azure color of the sky was already so rich that it turned into a glossy graphite-like paint color, and when the air entered the nostrils, there was a saturated watery smell that rushed straight to the brain.

In a trance, it is already full of fog, and heavy rain is coming.

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When fingertips stroked a string of names inscribed in cursive English on the stone tablet, Chloe felt the coolness of the tentacles as if they were shaped by ice-cracked crystals.

She carefully traced the gray and white stone with the sunken name with a paintbrush dipped in pure gold. The colors that should have been solemn and gorgeous showed a retro nostalgia with faded lead due to the gloomy sky.

Her eyes were focused like little flying insects frozen in amber by rosin, she couldn't move at all, as if she couldn't see anything except the names of people on the cold stone tablet that was lifeless in front of her eyes.

Passy watched her figure crouching in front of the tombstone through a layer of mist from a distance.

In the undulating translucent curtain like cicada wings woven by water vapor, her blurred figure would appear even thinner and weaker. If it wasn't for the black dress that bound her petite body firmly in the fixed At a certain position, Paxi even felt that she would merge with the water mist at any time, and leave no trace after being melted by the sun.

He could notice that Chloe's hand holding the paintbrush was always trembling to varying degrees, and could not calm down. The broken gold paint splashed more or less on her skirt and skin, shining brightly. The warm color, which was as fierce as the sun, made her dull and pale skin even more, and even impure bluish-purple appeared due to the sudden drop in temperature at this time, like sketch paper that was crumpled after random coloring.

Passy looked up at the sky where the gray sapphire-colored clouds were rapidly gathering, secretly surging as if a demon was dormant in it, and only hoped that Chloe could finish the work at hand quickly so as to avoid the doomed torrential rain.

Chloe in the distance seemed to be responding to his thoughts, and suddenly put down the paintbrush in her hand, but she didn't leave here in a hurry to avoid the rain as Percy hoped, but stretched out her hand to cover the stone tablet covered by her The painted place seems to be afraid that the freshly painted color will be dissolved by the damp water vapor.

Patsy couldn't help crying and laughing, only lamented that after all these years, what she did was still as illogical as a child.But when he saw her hunched and thin body wrapping her arms around the tombstone as if she was embracing someone, his heart suddenly became clear.

Throughout the funeral, Chloe was always like a programmed robot, every step was done flawlessly but always mechanically stiff and cold, no one could see that she was hiding behind without a single line Stretched like the emotions under the face wearing a Noh mask, the only thing that can reveal the truth is the cool water flowing wantonly in the eyes, but it seems to have no real texture, even if it is close to the human body The skin is also not painful or itchy and cannot be invaded.

But how could she not be sad?In the seven years since he left her behind, she spent the seven years with her father. Henkel is well-known for his pampering and arrogance to his daughter, and has been used by Caesar several times as a stalk to ridicule himself and Henkel for killing two birds with one stone. up.No one knew Chloe better than him, she was a little girl who longed for warmth, and seven years was enough for her to rely on this father who loved her so much.

Paxi didn't have time to think deeper and further, because the rain pierced the sky and shot down like countless transparent leads with no end in sight. With a sharp cracking sound, the branches of the century-old tree beside him It was swept by the strong wind and fell to his feet.

Even with the eyesight of a mixed race, it was difficult for him to catch Chloe's figure through the airtight rain curtain. For a while, only the rain was pouring down, and the chaotic sound as thick as thousands of pebbles falling densely penetrated. heaven and earth.

Regardless of other things, Patsy quickly gathered his energy and ran to Chloe through the rain curtain. He hesitated for a while, took off his suit jacket that was not yet soaked and covered her head, and then stretched out his hand towards her:

"Miss Chloe, I'll take you home."

Chloe looked at him when she heard the sound. Her hair band was torn off by the strong wind, and her long hair was wet and messy stuck to her neck. Under the hood of Patsy's suit and hood, the sky suddenly became dark in front of his eyes.

She was picked up like a chick and hung in the arms, and shuttled at high speed in the rain.

The journey back to her room was actually very short, but Chloe felt that it was long and strange. She lay in this man's arms and smelled an unspeakable coolness mixed with the smell of rain, like the elegant mint and sage leaves. His embrace was warm again, even through the cold rain, it was a reassuring temperature... Such a contrast made her subconsciously tighten in his embrace, feeling inexplicably familiar.

The door of Chloe's room was not locked, and Patsy put her down firmly, but watched her struggle out of her coat and stared at him blankly:

"Wipe off the water, and I'll get you an umbrella before leaving... Thank you."

Her voice was sweet and soft but trembled unconsciously like a tense string. She seemed to be afraid that Patsy would refuse and immediately turned around and closed the door tightly before rushing into the bathroom to get a clean towel.

For a moment, Patsy felt cramped, as if the soft touch of her body was still left on her fingertips, exuding the fragrance of toffee... Everything has changed, but it seems like nothing has changed.

"You sit down."

Her voice came from behind, the tone was not strong, but he subconsciously sat down on the black leather sofa as if irresistible.

In the next second, he could feel the dry cloth covering his head, and Chloe's fingers carefully wiped Percy's drenched light golden silk-like short hair through the towel until it stopped ticking. The answer is to seep water down.

Her movements gradually became sluggish, and Patsy could feel that her hands covering her head began to tremble uncontrollably again.

"Miss Chloe?"

Patsy reached out and pulled her wrist to see her expression clearly, but saw that she leaned forward and sat in his arms and stretched out her arms to hold his neck tightly, and he froze there suddenly.

Chloe pressed her lips to the back of his neck without hesitation, and felt that the tighter she hugged him, the more at ease she felt. Large swaths of water slipped into his clothes along the corners of her eyes. Some burn his skin.

In addition to the shock, only the overwhelming thoughts gradually occupied all his five senses. For a moment, he even wondered if she had recovered her memory, but then denied it.

"who are you?"

Chloe suddenly raised her head and looked at him, her tear-stained face was pale with alienation.

Patsy looked at the slightly fluttering lips on her face close at hand, only felt that the bright smoke-like withered petal-like lips seemed as charming and vivid as if they would overflow with nectar as long as they were bitten.

"Do you like me?" Chloe seemed a little timid, but even she didn't know why she would ask such a question to such a stranger without any shyness, "I saw you at the funeral, I think Everyone in mourning looks the same, but you are different."

Her sweet and warm breath lingered at the corner of her mouth, and he could kiss it as long as he lowered his head, but she obviously didn't give him this chance and bit his lips directly.

When the soft and moist touch invaded between the lips and teeth, Patsy only felt that the tight string in his head was suddenly broken. He didn't care about other things, and kissed it forcefully.

It was hard for Chloe to describe what kind of kiss it was, she only knew that she was almost burnt to ashes by his fiery breath, the passionate and addictive entanglement of lips and tongue made her She almost thought that she and the stranger whose name she didn't know were lovers in love... But now it doesn't matter who this man is, she only knows that she needs him, at least tonight.

So when Patsy bit her collarbone and pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt, she didn't resist. She even reached into his shirt and used her fingers to trace the contours of his smooth muscles. The sound of her heart beating both frightened and excited her.

The emotions of the two of them seemed to have reached a critical point, without too much tenderness. When she was oppressed and half leaned against the narrow sofa, she didn't even take off her clothes. She was firmly embedded in her body by him when she was clean, violently The pain accompanied by a strange feeling made a white light suddenly explode in front of her eyes.

She was wrapped in his arms and entwined with him to death, he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and finally her lips, I don't know how long it took, his movements became more and more gentle, as if the eruption of lust before was finally about to erupt She returned to calm, but after everything was over, her pain was still not relieved, but deep down in her heart was a kind of joy to expel all the suppressed pain.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Patsy hugged her tightly and murmured like a sigh. He had just experienced love. Afterwards, his breath was disordered, and the hot spray on her earlobe was still so hot that she couldn't help avoiding it.

Chloe just tightened her arms in his arms, not caring about the physical pain he brought to herself before, her eyes were calm:

"Kiss me again... tell me your name..."

"Passi Gattuso."

The author has something to say: I have always wanted to write the second ending, but the meat that the little angels wanted made me completely confused, so I will write it slowly. . .There will be everything that should be there, as long as you remember, no matter how much meat I write, I am pure, honest, friendly and kind (T▽T)

☆, Fanwaiyiranqi (2)

The woman's robe criss-crossed with the movement of her hurried turn around the low-lying puddles on the ground, forming a flickering, transparent, fluttering light and shadow like the wings of a cicada. However, she was turned in another direction by her light and ingenious steps.

The woman's robe is still not stained with dust, but the ground under her feet is as pale as the gravel under the statue of the god, but it is soaked by splashed muddy water into a patch of unevenness covered with layers of accumulated dust. These large and small holes are reflected in the woman's black veil. A pair of blue eyes that are as transparent as ice mirrors seem to be sprinkled with a handful of shiny black pearls in a thin and shiny glass vessel, but the filthy scene is washed clear and vivid by such calm eyes texture.

In the distance, the sound of a black and thin old horse that is overwhelmed, the sound of dragging with iron hooves and the lingering sound that can only be intertwined in the mouth and nose of a person are getting closer, and Chloe can almost predict the next second. The unwilling and shrill scream that will overflow from the throat of the hunted person can only be uttered when life is brutally seized. It must be comparable to the level of evil spirits burned and devoured by karmic fire in Abi Hell.

I just don't know if the murdered person in front of my eyes will be an old man, a woman... or a child in the countless similar good shows that are being staged every day in Afghanistan?

Anyway, in this protracted anti-terrorist war in Afghanistan, even if it is just a little trouble, you have to shoot first, and then you can know whether it is a woman or a baby...

Even if there is even the slightest possible threat, you have to put the knife in the person first