Perseverance

The night in the desert is always bleak... I walked to the hillside I often come to with my wine, I am tired, I have to rest for a while... Sit down and look up, well, the moon is very bright tonight.Leaning on the sandy slope, looking at the bright moon, there is a taste of wine and vinegar in my heart... sour and astringent, really not the taste.After a wry smile, he swallowed a pot of burning knives, which diluted the sourness.However, the throat was burning tightly, and he couldn't help opening his mouth to take a deep breath of the cold night wind in the desert... The night wind was cold, and a tingling feeling lingered in his throat for a long time.In fact, it's not just the throat that hurts?Maybe there is still that empty heart...heart?Hmm... yeah, there always seems to be a piece missing in my heart, and the desert wind is blowing in me like that...

Burning knives burns heart, but the stamina is strong enough. I don't drink often, but now my son is a little drunk. He just put his hands on the back of his head and let me sleep for a while...

"He Yihang, do you like me?" The person in front of him was dressed in a black dress, his hair was tied high behind his head with a black jade silver ribbon, and a few strands of hair were scattered on his forehead, fluttering with the breeze.

"……I……"

That stern face raised the corners of his mouth into a smile, "No wonder everyone in the world calls your mother-in-law congratulations."

Then, I saw the man slowly approaching me with a smile on his face, stretched out a hand to hook the back of his neck, his lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, then rubbed against his earlobe and gently scratched... itching, numb ...Slowly raised his hand, thinking, thinking, tightly hugging the person in front of him...

"Hiss..." I opened my eyes suddenly, and the night wind was bleak, making me shiver.

Lifting the wine jar, staggering back, I can't suffer from colds, 30 Zhao Jiajun can't be neglected... Sigh...

The cool wind was blowing on the face, pouring into the chest from the collar... Finally, the inexplicable hotness on the body was cooled down.

Slowly walking towards the barracks, recalling the previous dream.

Is he really a demon, to have such a dream... What an insult to that person.

However, it is really good to be like in a dream...

It's a pity that Qingben is a beautiful woman, but she is unrestrained and unrestrained, and her home is everywhere...

The face is cold... the heart is even colder.

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