Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees are sleeping sweetly and tangled.

I don't know if it's psychological or legendary.

She really had a dream, a dream that wasn't too long but was incredibly clear.

The scene in the dream is the scene of her past life dying in a blaze with Yunting.

The flames of the heavens burn them.

He held her tight and tight, and his lips covered her lips with the heat of the flame and a hint of freshness.

He kissed her, enthusiastic and obsessive. Even if they were wrapped in flames, her heart was at peace.

Human life, after all, cannot withstand the ruthlessness of water.

Whether it's clouds or trees, a blissful star, a natural alien, can't resist the fierce fire.

They kiss each other till they die.

Their souls float to a dark place.

Is this the legendary hell?

No light, no heat, no one or ghosts.

Wood only felt her and Yunting's hands held tight, he held her tight and whispered in her ear:

“In the next life, I'll come to you. Don't forget me, okay? ”

Wood wanted to say a good answer, but felt a hot sore throat, she couldn't speak, she remembered, her throat burned in flames, she was just a strand of swimming wire.

“With me, you won't die.” His voice was a little strange, but remarkably strong.

After a bell, a white light, the trees seemed to wake up.

As soon as the trees opened their eyes, they saw the clouds and couldn't help but jump over and hug him.

She's a little confused between dreams and reality.

The sound of the trees was fearful and firm: "I promise you, I promise you, in the next life, we will be together, I come to you, you will not regret it. ”

“What did you say?” Yunting trembled.

Too bad the trees are awake, pointing to the serrated grass behind Yunting: “Yunting, look at you, look at you, leopard blossom! Leopard lily! Here's a leopard lily. Ahhh, I'm going to be rich. I'm going to send all the kids in the village to school. ”

“Little fan! ”

Yunting patted the shoulders of the trees, he didn't know too much about flowers. In previous life, he knew that trees were good at raising flowers. Before he met the trees, he would do some homework to understand some of the flowers in fashion and the flowers the trees were growing.

Leopard lilies, for example, are a more sophisticated breed of lilies. He is also concerned about trees and trees, so he loves houses and learned about them.

“Believe me, if this flower enters a few big cities, it will definitely be empty. If you don't believe us, dig one back and let my master see it. ”

“Listen to you.” Yunting caressed the head of the trees.

His hands were a little warm, and the trees somehow thought of them kissing in flames, even at the last minute of their lives.

Her lips were a little hot and she licked them subconsciously with her tongue.

Damn it.

As Yunting looked at the trees, she was licking her lips with her tiny red tongue.

“Don't you know that girls shouldn't just lick men's lips? Otherwise, men will think you're inviting him.” Yunting's voice is very light.

The trees were obsessed, and someone grabbed her lips.

There will still be a warm kiss, his breath, his temperature, a burning sensation, a desire to cook her.

The trees wanted to push him away, they wanted to tell him there might be someone here.

Too bad he kissed her dry tongue, where else could she speak? Her strength was also sucked dry and she couldn't push him softly, reaching over, like she was touching him.