Comprehensive Dimensional Double Repair

The beautiful goddess spoke softly, her thin lips slightly opened, exhaling like orchids.

"Yes, I have always been a fan of yours. I have always admired Chinese culture. If the song "The Windmill" can be expressed in ancient ways, I think it would be better, so I have been searching for some on the Internet. Information, I finally wrote the lyrics and re-arranged it myself...you won’t blame me."

Makoto Ito scratched his head and said humbly. After all, a song is always copyrighted. Although he does not know why there were so many popular music adaptations from Japan in Hong Kong in the 1980s and 1990s, he still understands. , So if it is done without authorization, it is equivalent to plagiarism.

"How can I blame you, what you adapted is really...I...I can't tell how it feels...Can you sing it again?"

There was excitement in Yiqingli's eyes, she was a fan of music.

"Yep."

Makoto Ito was silent for a moment, then looked around, "Is there a guitar?"

"Want to accompany?"

Yiqing stunned for a while, and pointed to a piano on the stage, "There is only piano..."

"It's okay...then piano."

Ito nodded sincerely. At this time, his whole body was showing a certain temperament. His people lightly walked onto the concert stage. The popularity here was already hollowed out, and Yi Qingli turned on the lights.

Under the spotlight, the handsome young man sat on the piano seat, with his hands pressed on the keys, gently twitching the strings, elegantly and attentively, while placing a microphone while talking to the microphone. Singing moving music while singing on the piano, "It is the companionship of this life or the next life, why you never understand this mystery until you suddenly look back, and then you can silently remember the end of the world. Only the shadows of the end of the world will follow the yellow spring and blue sky. Under the look of the moonlight, who will make the cold clothes, the end of the world, the soul of the end of the world, the hometown, there is no snow, no clear, no sorrow and joy, two opposites, fine and elegant ancient music, accompanied by Makoto Ito’s perfect and slightly bleak voice, hollow It seems to stand on a prairie prairie, the smoke of war is filled, the girl thinking about Jun is pounding the cold iron clothes, Cong Jun’s husband is late, and she is alone in the moonlight, waiting at home for her husband’s return of war. But I do not know the old man has been killed on the battlefield, the sad tune, uttered, Yiqing sits underneath, and for some reason, a line of tears flashed across her eyes. Although she did not understand, she knew that the song was like that. People were sorrowful and heartbroken, even her soul trembled, and her eyes fell on Makoto Ito, who had put down the piano cover. There was nothing in her eyes except worship.

"Do you like it?"

Makoto Ito walked up to her, smiled slightly, the voice was so gentle, the perspectives merged together, Yiqing Tan felt so warm in his heart, his face turned red, "Like...I really like..."

"I have been your admirer from a long time ago. I am really happy to see you today..."

Makoto Ito said quietly.

"I know, but you don't know that I am now your admirer."

Yiqing chuckles softly. She closes her eyes now, as if she is still lingering in the singing. Makoto Ito looked at the goddess and moved her head slightly, but directly kissed her thin lips. .

The beautiful woman's heart trembled suddenly. This kiss like a dragonfly made her heart very dumbfounded. She opened her eyes subconsciously, and Makoto Ito stared at her. His eyes seemed to speak, as if they were Say it again a thousand times and ten thousand times, "I love you, I love you."

Makoto Ito looked at her calmly without blushing or shyness.

"I know……"

She nodded, but when she was about to say something, Makoto Ito was already hugging her slender willow waist and hugging her tightly. Under the spotlight of the dark concert, her people were softly relying on her. In Makoto Ito's arms, "You won't refuse me, will you?"

"I... I don't know... I'm so messy now... really messy..."

She said softly, "The wind blows down, the last leaf, my heart also has snow..."

Makoto Ito hummed a song called Season of Loneliness while hugging her body.

Beautiful music, unforgettable melancholy temperament, Yi Qingli is also a woman, Makoto Ito is talented, and her singing voice turns softly. Her heart has already been deeply attracted by this temperament, Makoto Ito hummed, that He put his hands on her shoulders, "Don't..."

She is a little shy.

"There is no one here... except me and you... If you don't want to... then forget it."

It’s all over, but Makoto Ito’s voice carries too much helplessness, and when it comes to Yi Qingli’s ears, her heart is extremely uncomfortable. She does not want to see Makoto Ito sad, but she just clicked her toes and directly touched Makoto Ito. Kissed hard on his lips, "I don't know what your name is yet."

"My name is Makoto Ito..."

Ito Makoto gently hugged her body, lowered her head slowly, and directly pressed her to the ground. Her hands tore apart her coat, and then she saw the beautiful scene inside her clothes at a glance.

Chapter 24 is ready to fuck Yang Mi "sincere...we can't do this..."

Yiqing thief lowered his eyebrows, but it was a pity that Makoto Ito would not give her such a chance. She turned over and pressed her under the light. The stage lights here are on every day, but there is no one. Wear any clothing.

Makoto Ito stared blankly, "Goddess, you are so beautiful..."

After speaking, in order to bring some romantic breath to the love, she flicked her sleeves, and the surroundings turned into stars in the sky, and the surrounding sky became an endless starry sky. She lay in the starry sky, curled up, as if she was a holy. The goddess Athena in the fighter Seiya has no body in clothes and long black hair. "This...how did Makoto do it?"

Because of joy, she let go of her hands that had been placed on the peaks.

The pink red beans are inlaid on the crisp breasts, and everything is in sight. The beautiful posture, although shy, but reveals a bit of shallowness, beauty, may not be enough to describe her, facing With such a trembling body, can Makoto Ito say something?No matter how much it is said, there is more time to do it, so Makoto Ito pressed directly on her body. The moment that beautiful body touched it, it was like a long-lost fire and dry wood intertwined into a beautiful Movement.

In the dead of night, there is no one else. Makoto Ito and Ichizoi are entangled with each other, and the body is endless. She shuts her voice and quietly feels that Makoto Ito's movements are very gentle. This is the first time for Ichizoi, so she will come. It's so special that it makes people feel romantic, returning to the most primitive aspirations of mankind with his loved ones in the endless starry sky.

"Chengjun...I...I started to bleed..."

She bit her thin lip and looked a little dazed.

"Every woman is like this for the first time. Although it hurts a bit, I think you will like it very much, right?"

Makoto Ito lifted her long black hair, the corner of her mouth was kissing on her forehead, and the amber eyes exuded infinite beauty. All of this was full of humanistic romantic feelings, with dark eyes. The color of happiness is shining in it.

A woman's body is like a gorgeous costume. It is not only pleasing to the eyes, but also can draw a long silence in the man's heart. After several hours of fighting, she is already tired, but she is still a quiet recipient. At this level, Makoto Ito fought more and more bravely, just like a brave general, without any intention of staying.

The stick and the cave kept touching, and the twitching melody was a perfect movement, "I would like to become, in the fairy tale, your favorite angel..."

At this time, Makoto Ito used music therapy in the slightest in order to reduce her inner fatigue.

"This...this song is so nice...what is it called? I still want to listen to Cheng Jun singing for me."

She bit her thin lip, closed her eyes, and listened quietly, but the pain in her body disappeared little by little.

"Fairy tale, I think I and you are now like the plot in a fairy tale?"

Makoto Ito brushed her body, still smiling indifferently, and after speaking, he continued to hum the music.

"……What a nice view……"

This song is indeed very beautiful. She closed her eyes and listened. After listening to Makoto Ito’s voice, her body gradually became more relaxed. Of course, this is just a relaxation of the soul, but it is at least enough, Ito Cheng has changed a few songs again. No matter what he sings, Yi Qingli as a female singer will be surprised. The reason is not how good the song is, but how good the singer is.

The silent heart resurrected in a song, and finally turned into a flame of love burning. A generation of queen singer Yiqing stealing glory turned into Makoto Ito’s crotch. "You have become my woman." , How much happiness is this for me?"

Makoto Ito held up her chin. Knowing that Kazuo was a little tired, he kissed her lips hard.

"I am, I am the happiest woman who can become Chengjun."

She smiled lightly and made no attempt to conceal her love for one person. The longer the time, the two people have embraced and fell asleep.

After waking up the next day, Makoto Ito earned Yiqing Steal into the Kuro card. He habitually walked out of the concert hall. The music concert would be performed by a group of musicians every day, so occasionally some other singers would appear. The next day’s concert.

The poster has been replaced. It is no longer Yiqing Pi. Makoto Ito raised his head and stared at the surroundings, but finally shook his head. The new day was performed by other stars, but his favorite was Yi Qing Pi, so he planned to be alone. Go out and relax.

The environment in Japan is relatively good. At least the air is very fresh and there is no unnecessary pollution. This is a tourist spot on the outskirts of Tokyo, Japan. You can breathe the clearest and natural open air early in the morning.

A woman dressed in fashionable clothes, who seems to be from a foreign country, is alone holding a camera to take pictures of the surrounding scenery. A beautiful figure, long black hair, and a peerless figure, she will not be too conservative in her dress. And how much to cover up, her beauty comes from the sincerity of her heart.

"Are you a tourist from China?"