Tác giả: Purple Peony Dịch máy
Qiao Hanye was tall and strong. He lanjin was being tortured by him until she was panting and paralyzed in his arms. Her gaze fell on his shoulder, and she scratched him until she was covered in wounds.
She was so shy that she crawled into his arms and bit him lightly with her small mouth.
"Mrs. Qiao. " Qiao Hanye was bitten by her. It did not hurt or Itch, but it was filled with a sweet feeling. He hugged her and refused to let go. His thin lips pressed against her ear and asked, "how do you feel? "
"Qiao Hanye. " He lanjin was asked by him. She clenched her little pink fist and pounded it on his chest. Her long legs crossed and pressed the man down.
"Ah. " The next second, she was pulled into his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose and looked at her. "Does it still hurt? "
He lanjin was so irritated by his question that her face turned red. Qiao Hanye could not help but laugh. He said in a low voice, "is that so? I see that your physical strength is quite good now. You can still fight for another 300 rounds. "
She hurriedly raised her head and pressed her lips against his thin lips, not letting him say another word.
"since Mrs. Qiao is so physically strong, I wonder if you can go grill some meat for me? " Qiao Hanye asked in a low voice, as if he was deliberately trying to distract her.
As she listened, she quickly put on her clothes and said domineeringly, "just you wait, I'll feed you right away. "
"..."Qiao Hanye lay there and watched her leave. He looked at her figure with tenderness in his eyes ...
He lanjin walked out of the tent. The cold wind blew. She strode forward, took out some meat and spread it out. She dripped some oil on the charcoal and lit it with a lighter. Her movements were very skillful, and she did not look like a rich young lady at all.
While she was busy, she suddenly saw that the ground covered with thin snow suddenly circled around where she was standing, forming a bright red heart shape. The red color of this level rose up in the wind, turning into the red of a snowy mountain.
"This is... " he lanjin was a little surprised. She felt that the red heart was gradually growing into a red flower, emitting warmth.
"Datura, " Qiao Hanye said in a deep voice. She fixed her eyes on it and found that it really was a red Datura.
She had heard that the Red Datura represented bloody love. It was rumored that this flower grew by the Santu River, and it was also known as the unforgettable love of three lifetimes and three lifetimes.
He lanjin remembered that she once said that if the DATURA was allowed to grow on the snow, it would be considered a miracle. That was why she had this scene in her game. She did not expect Qiao Hanye to "revive" the game situation that she longed for.
Her eyes reddened a little from his surprise. However, she was an independent woman. Although she was touched, she did not cry. She only inhaled deeply and held her breath.
The man took a step forward and his tall body held her tightly.
"Qiao Hanye, thank you. " She looked at the Datura growing on the snow-covered ground. The bright red color was as if it was going to ignite the entire world.
Being hugged tightly by Qiao Hanye, he lanjin raised her head and looked into his eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up into a happy smile.
She looked at the dazzling red, with the words "Mrs. Qiao is the best. " It was not love words, but encouragement. He lanjin's eyes instantly turned red.
Many people thought that she did not do her job properly, but Qiao Hanye was the only one who silently supported and protected her. His rationality and tolerance touched her heart.
"Mrs. Qiao, you are the best, " Qiao Hanye said to her.
She stood in front of him and smiled like a flower. Seeing him spread his arms, she ran towards him and threw herself into his arms. She hugged his neck and said in a low voice, "thank you, Mr. Qiao. "
"Ring. " At this moment, her phone rang again. If it rang again or if it was a disturbance, but now it rang again, she looked at him warily and turned to look at the tent... ...
Ps: thank you, Jing Qing, for your lucky wish, for a tip of 300. Thank you, 183 * * * * * * 76, for a tip of 100