Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The moonlight was thick outside the French windows, and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

"Brother, I'm very tired." She refused.

Only then did the cruising hands become gentle and honest.

He hugged her quietly and innocently.

It feels so good to hug her tightly. Holding her is like holding the world. I really hope that time can stay at this moment.

He has never suppressed his feelings, like is like, very honest and sincere.

"Xi Xi."

Such a night, called such a beautiful voice, is really swaying.

She suddenly remembered that sentence, always feeling that it was just right to describe it at this time.

What do gentle people do?

"Forest sky, lone whale, evening breeze, Martian river, waning sugar crimson orange sunset

Gentle people are made of these things. "

She felt that Lu Shenyun at this moment was made of these things.

"When I win the championship, I will use that trophy to propose to you in front of the whole world." He said.

Ruan Xihe smiled, did not say anything, just hugged Lu Shenyun lightly.

the other side

"Young Master, I caught it."

A man in black dragged in a man covered in blood with one hand.

He had been interrogated just now, and the whip and the like had not been pumped less, but it was a pity that his mouth was so stiff that he would not speak anymore.

Fearing that the other party would commit suicide, he removed his chin and arms.

"Ok."

Luo Tianjiao sat on the boss chair in the office, the expression on his face hidden in the shadow, with an indescribable indifference and innocence.

Quanquan has fallen into a world where life is worse than death since being caught, and they have too many ways to torture people.

He didn't even have a chance to commit suicide.

However, he will not betray the Panthers to betray the boss.

Even if his nerves have collapsed to the extreme.

I really don't want to live anymore, mother, Xiaoquan misses you, it's too painful to live, Xiaoquan wants to die.

Luo Tianjiao stood up from the chair and walked towards the complete step by step. The black leather shoes made a crisp knock on the floor tiles.

This room is very closed, except for a window on the east side high wall, and the edge of the bed is very high above the ground, about three meters away.

The wall is shaped in Baroque style, the chandelier in the middle is extremely luxurious, and the fire in the fireplace is blazing with a sparkle from time to time.

The footsteps are very reverberating.

It is a little unclear whether it is the oppression he brought to himself, or his tinnitus, shaking figures, and trance. Only the strong belief in his heart supports him, and the last bit of firm consciousness is not broken.

Luo Tianjiao walked to Quanquan.

With a very contemptuous sneer, he bent down.

Grabbing his hair, forcing Quan Quan to look up at himself, the force is enough to pull his scalp off: "Where are your heads hiding?"