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Girl's eyes, such as flowers such as warm light.

Let Lu Xingyu speechless, he is cold and dark eyes, and it is a raging fashion.

Sour is spread to his eyes.

He felt blinked, his thin lips were tight, and eventually he couldn't help the full of sour emotions, and the sound was low.

"I am so unfilled in this person, and some people have sacrificed."

He broke the land of the land.

It is a matter of course after death.

Bai Weiwei was wiped clean lips, blush, because the blood was twisted, and the unhealthy powder was unhealthy.

Her charming eyes is sweet, and the sticky fingers touched this fragile man in front of him.

Her fingertips are cold, the temperature of the sound is abnormal.

"You are right, you can get together, you can get together this Jiangshan, the people. I will spend a life of the ancestors, spending a born to protect this, handed over to you. And you are holding this is the biggest filial piety."

When it comes, the girl smiles a few people.

"I used to hear your deeds, unusual worship, I think you are a big hero to protect the South China and protect our little people."

In her eyes, there is more sad mercy.

"Later, when I first wash clothes in winter, I was frozen, but I thought you were in front of the frontier, it was colder, more hungry. I just wash a clothes, you have to take the wind, Will your life on your shoulder and fight. "

This is pity, let her discourse reveal a sadness.

"You may have a sacrifice to serve after death, and people who love you this kind of person like me."

She has a laugh, "You are worthy of anyone, but they can't live for you."

Lu Xingshao did not move, and the scorpion focused on her.

I can't make it so lightly.

He never learned the tenderness of the daughter's home.

Also never experienced gentle treatment.

He thought it was used to taking rolling, unreasoning, unhappy, and unreasonable.

But it is not hard.

Just not, he doesn't care.

He remembered a thing, a veteran sat on him.

He is drinking, his wife writes his wife to his wife.

The last paragraph.

I don't know how to remember it.

- In the external clothes, pay more attention to eating, the frontier is cold, and I read the moon. When I was sewing your clothes, I would like to think that you are also looking at the month. He is gratifying.

He didn't quite understand the veteran of the veteran.

Why is you crying into an old dog.

It turns out that some people feel like this is so good.

It's better to look at her, you are hot.

The words are pity, the sentence is tender.

More sharp than the cold snow, but let people hold her hands.

I want to let her pity a sword.

Bai Weiwei suddenly recovered his hand, don't open his face and wiped your eyes. "How do I lyrically, I feel that the young master should not be so descent, but you are a big general."

Suddenly he was talking.

The man gently put the face on her thigh dress, frost-cold white, but more fragile white on the face of men.

He halfway, his hands took her waist, like a child, seeking comfort.

The girl is silent for a long time.

I gently reached out and fell on his side, and the fingertips touched him messy hair, a stupid.

No one talks.

This is a rare silence, like a hurtful wolf, looking into a stable place, and finally dare to turn alert to the eye, and take a break.

[, Male main feelings fifty-five.

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