Winning the Male Lead

Observing the operation of the small world is a very boring thing, standing in the perspective of the bystander, spending a spiritual year, short or two years, long for decades, the wind is very habitually. Lonely.

At the banquet, guests gathered, clothing shadow, the wind, the wind is at the edge of the crowd, his identity is the world's male, for people, the sex, the sex, the communication, happening to suit him this inspection officer, It can be very good to watch the operation of this world, and will not cause the world line to be unstable due to excessive participation.

The white rose in the chest is quiet and fresh, quietly shaking a petal, wiped from his chest, his wind, his eyes gently swept, the rose is not moving.

This is boring for him and Lotte, and the wind is quietly on the third floor of the champagne. The balcony is very good at night, and the wind is low: "Tired?"

"I am not tired," Musk sway, "What about you?"

I have never asked such a problem like this. He lived alone from birth. It is used to it. It should be understood. For the inspecting officer, lonely is like a breathing. Nature.

Like this in a strange small world, there is a little rose, and it is a bit happy to admit it to the wind. He has to admit it. He is a bit happy.

When you fall on the chest, he can feel that your own spirit is no longer dead and calm, slightly trembled, because so brilliant power.

"I am not tired," the wind is soft, "" Not tired at all. "

Without waiting for the lottery, the wind did not take the initiative, the fingers lifted rose petals, and gently printed the lips on a soft petal.

Wind in this world and Lotte for five years, no matter where you go, you will take pictures. Everyone who knows the wind knows that it is a white rose in the heart. No one knows that it is only true before his chest. The white rose.

After confirming the smooth running of the world, the wind immediately cut off the links to the small world, after leaving it, I watched the palm of your hand.

The palm is empty.

The wind has a moment of turf, and the mental sky has risen, and when the call is not able to pass, when the chest, a familiar soft and familiar, it is.

The wind is presided over.

"Wind," Yu Jiang out the world, and saw the wind, and he was happy to say hello to his heart, and he was wrong, "Are you hurt?"

"Nothing." Feng him covered his heart and exited the public domain directly.

It was in the place where the Jiangyu was stunned. I didn't know if he was illusion. He always felt that every time he saw the wind, the wind was a bit wrong.

The wind opened his eyes, sitting hard, and the soft fingers pulled in the hand were also pulled up with his movements. Looking at the bed in the bed, looked at him with his eyes.

"You ..." There are a lot of words in the heart, and it is the most important thing to come to the mouth - "Just is it intentional naughty scared!"

Lotte eyelashes, the lips, the lips, the arm, holding the arm, then get up, like confiscating, the situation is in the face of the wind.

The crisp sound rang in the quiet house, holding a bag of apple coming in a stunned, "master ..."

The wind doesn't know how, was called by Ai, the wolf said: "Go out, don't let you come in."

The AI ​​almost did not be frightened, and the committee was bounced with a bag of apples and jumped out.

"Wind, don't be angry," Lotte looked at his arm, tightly stuck him, he was a five-year rose, habits, "I am hungry, I want to eat." "

In a word, all of his horses were blocked, and the wind turned off the quilt. He felt that this time, this time was really out, and he went back to his nose. "Saturing you again."

Lotte shrinks the shoulder, and the eye brown is a smile. When you look at the wind, you have turned to his back, and the two legs are wrapped in his waist, "the wind, you will back me."

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These four words appeared immediately in its mind.

In the small world, Lotte is a delicate little rose. It takes 120,000 points to care, although he is a never-witnessed spiritual rose, still fear of wind blowing He, afraid of the sun, and always pay attention to him.

This kind of pet, the wind did not expect.

Especially when I left the small world, I found that the lottery is not in the palm of your hand, the loss of the lostness is almost a fear of the wind.

A bit too much.

The wind is also known, but the arms do not listen to their own commands. It instincts two slender long legs, and the tone is still serious. "This time you really make mistakes."

"Well, I am wrong," Lotte is not with the wind, squatting his shoulders, Xing Zhibao, "I want to eat meat."

The wind is moving, carrying people standing up, "eat less."

After eating enough, Lotte is old and still sitting and other training, a face 'you are jealous, I am fine,' I don't think, I don't say it, even if I don't say it, I am sighed. "Let's talk, what's going on, where are you coming out.

"Suddenly," Lotte honestly, "I just want to send a flower to you."

The wind didn't have a speech, grabbed the hand of Lotte, closed his eyes, the dazzling rose sea with the wind, and he opened his eyes, he opened his eyes, "your flowers ... give it to me" ? "

Lotte nodded, God is justified.

The wind is low, and the idea is in chaos.

In his understanding, Lotte is a child, of course, love can't be, 'scale', just he is still a child ...

The wind is in the wild, the eyes of the music, the black, and the big circle, and the water is light, the dew on the rose petals is the same, it is indeed clear and cleanly reflected the blindness of the breath.

He frankly loved the wind, there was no cover, as if the sky was justified, the feelings could not cover up, and the wind turned to the end.

The wind does not underestimate the feelings containing this teenager's body.

"Lotte, you ... love me?" Feng him carefully, he asked very hard, his face was slightly red, maybe it's too simple, simply let the wind feel like he loves it. .

Why did Lotte love him? It is not because of his first eyes.

Happen.

Fortunately, it is not true from the sky, and it is lucky to suffer from the loss.

If it is not the lottery he picked up? If someone else got the lottery, Lotte would not be just like the 'other person'?

The wind is anger by the other people in their own imaginary, and there is no such thing as a lot of money. "Forget it, don't say it."

"Why don't you say it?" Lotte reveals the hand of the wind, his heart is started at this moment, seeing a little shake in the heart of the wind, he is not willing to let go, "the wind, I love you." "

The wind has never seen the game so seriously.

From the child's appearance, a firm soul, the love under the childish wrap does not hood, if his simple question, his love is not strong, then the wind does not forgive himself.

That large piece of roses should not be despised.

The wind is shot, covering the treasure chestnown in the mouth, "Thank you, but ..."

"Don't say it," Mercai is leaned, with his eyes to chase his eyes, "I will give you, you don't do it, you don't bloom."

"Lotte ..." The wind is hard to stop, "Don't say it."

Lotty closed mouth.

The house is filled with a faint silence.

"Feng?"

"Ok?"

"I want to eat Apple!"

"..."

The wind is lifting, looking to the eyes of the eyes, my heart is good and funny, "I have to eat, wait for it to vomit."

"Oh," Lotte Haizhuang, "Then you will play with me."

The wind is shaved, "can only take a walk."

Lotte directly took the hand of the wind, "I have to swverse."

Outside the house, AI holds a bag of apples and droop. The kangaroo is on the ground, and I think about the picture of Yuetian, the more I think it is not normal.

Where is it not normal?

"A!"

The crisp sound came back, and the AI ​​turned back, and the music is pulled with his hand. It is arrogant and brisk.

"You have played, you will eat," Feng him penetrated him, "gave me." And wait for the AI, "Give it to me." Sohat is almost the same, and give him another

The Ai has taken an apple to hand it to the wind.

Lotte swaying the arm walk into a soft green, the two people's figure is very close, look at the back of the back, it seems to be born.

Ai is a bit panic, and it is a place where the eyes will have spend the flowers.

The ground is flat and calm.

Ai is relieved, fortunately, fortunately, it should still stick to the rules.

It gathers the apple in the bag and jumping into the house, the small contractor said to eat Apple pie, it hasn't tried it yet.

When it turned, the original flat ground was moved slightly, and the blink was restored to calm.

The soft green grass passes the heart, the lottery is holding the hand, and lifts the legs slightly. "It's not used to."

As a flower, he has not passed the road for five years.

"Don't follow it next time." Wind is tight, and the look is serious.

Lotte did not answer, look up to the wind: "Wind, what is your spiritual world?"

"My?" The wind is hard to answer this question.

Everyone has its own unique spiritual world. As you have such an inspecting officer, the alliance will arrange a planet link to their spiritual power, in fact, it is also a changing supervision, and his true spiritual world is far without this planet. Beautiful warm up.

His spiritual world is a virtual.

Compared to the bright rose, the wind is a bit self-defeating, "is very ordinary."

"Can I have a look?" The music side looked at the wind, and the lips bend together, emitting emotional attacks to the wind, and the wind did not resist, stopped.

The conditions for other people open spiritual world are extremely trusting each other.

Lotte has not retained himself to the wind, the wind is closed, and the music world is launched to the music world.

Lotte fell into a black hole.

The boundless is too empty, silent and broad, such as the deep sea such as the universe, the lonely breath, the music can't hold blink, and he finds that his eyes have fallen tears, he also is a bit confused, "Feng," How do I cry? "

The voice falls, but the tears can't stop.

The wind also entered his own spiritual world, lifted his finger, tip, soft, soft: "Don't cry."

You don't want to cry, but he feels very sad in his heart.

Wind is ... so lonely.

The tears of a drop were in this virtual world. The wind did his heart, and looked up his hand and smiled softly, jokes: "Don't cry, cry, here you have to flood."

Lotte leaned his shoulders. After a long time, I left my tears. He looked up his eyes and smiled and smiled. "I cried, I feel comfortable."

Fool ... Feng him loves to touch the face of the day, Lotte looks up at him, gently looks a little grievous, and the wind is touched by his face, and the eyes will look at the lips of the music.

"Wind It -" Lotte suddenly exclaimed, let the wind suddenly awake, the face is red, let go of his hand, bow down: "What happened?"

"Star!" Lotte is angry.

The wind is looking up, the top of the world, the world of the world, a very shiny star, the object is flashing.

His tears took a star sea in his world.