Guan Yu was kissing her intently, but suddenly asked a question and couldn't help laughing.

When he took advantage of her blinking her eyes, he directly picked up the softness, attacked the city with a long tongue, and attacked the city more recklessly, he heard him say,

"So I chased you..."

Qiao Chujian suddenly blinked, blinked...

Do you look down on her?

She was shaking her mouth, and the corners of her mouth suddenly hurt. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and glared at her. The action of his kissing was not stopping, but the smile in her eyes was about to overflow, and the silence and magnetic sound was even more seductive. "Concentrate..."

"**..." The tightly pinched her waist, and the soft moaning sound never scattered the corner of her mouth...

Love is never simple, it has always been twists and turns.

...

Evening, I've had dinner.

Ji Yicheng took Jing Qingge to the corridor of the back garden of the hospital for a walk. There were exquisite glass windows, and the windows were filled with plum blossoms, exquisite flowers, blooming with the colors of life in the cold wind.

In front of the glass window, Ji Yicheng hugged Jing Qingge and put the white scarf around her neck together.

"Qingbaoer, are you cold?" Even though he knew she would not answer, he still asked her tirelessly. The silence of the cold air in the air made people inexplicably depressed.

Ji Yicheng's movements were a little frozen, his palm rested on her shoulders, and suddenly he found that she had been looking out the window, looking at the plum blossoms all over the trees, and his eyes, which had not been waving, seemed to be slightly rippling under his eyes.

Ji Yicheng's eyes were happy and asked quickly, "Qingbaoer, do you like plum blossoms? I'll pick one for you?"

She looked out the window quietly, her long eyelashes moved slightly invisibly, as if in response.

Ji Yicheng lowered his head and kissed her hard on the forehead, "Honey, go and pick it for you!"

He put her collar together again, then pushed the glass door and left the corridor, and ran quickly along the pebbly path to the plum tree.

...

The winter wind at night was still a little cold. A gust of cold wind blew over, shattering his handsome ink hair, and even blew away the white scarf that was like her around his neck.

But he didn't notice it, and he was picking the plum blossoms for her seriously, looking very focused, as if he was looking for the most beautiful and beautiful flower.

Suddenly, his black lacquer eyes lit up. As soon as he reached out, he picked the flower that bloomed in the wind at a high place, and gently held it in the palm of his hand. It seemed to be some artistic treasure. He was afraid that it would be damaged, so he turned around and ran in quickly.

He closed the glass door, stomped his feet, removed the coldness of the winter night, and then quickly ran back to her.

"Qingbaoer, give it!" He pulled up her hanging little hand, and his other half-clenched fist relaxed in the palm of her spreading hand.

A small plum blossom has a soft petal curve and a stamen dyed with frost and dew, delicate and pure.

"Is it good-looking?" Ji Yicheng bent over and asked with a gentle smile.

Jing Qingge still lowered his eyes and ignored him. Ji Yicheng was not upset and continued to speak with his own eyes.

"The flowers look good, but they are not. My little villain must be in this world..."

As the plum blossoms swayed in her palms, Ji Yicheng's voice came to an abrupt end and she threw them away.

Looking at the bright red falling on the feet and a petal spread out, Ji Yicheng suddenly felt aching in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly became bitter.

It's indescribable sorrow...

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