Playing to the death and cheating on you

He lowered his head and looked at her carefully. 【】She is still curled up in his arms, more docile and pleasant than a kitten, like a soft ball of plasticine, you can rub it round and flatten it.

Her eyes were still closed, her breathing was sweet, and she was soundly asleep.It's just that when her long eyelashes flutter occasionally, you can see the blue eye sockets and some obvious bags under the eyes...a woman who has lost makeup and powder...he saw it clearly for the first time, as if seeing a A flower that is flourishing and fading, a red rose, with signs of withering around the petals, but the middle is still transparent, clean, crystal clear and full of warm and unrestrained temptation.

There are thousands of kinds of flowers in the world, but there is only one kind of scented safflower, rose.Other fragrant flowers, such as gardenia, wintersweet, yellow guerlain, etc... are either white or yellow...

People love red roses, and for good reason.

Otherwise, give me an example, besides red roses, what other red flowers have fragrance?

And she is the eternal red rose in his heart.

Among the thousands of flowers in the world, only red roses are fragrant; among the thousands of women in the world, only she can make him completely happy and indulged.In the past and present lives, who is the catastrophe for whom?

He stared at her for a long time, his eyes gradually revealed a look of sadness.Just like everything in the past, he hoped to be completely buried and never come back again.

Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and she slowly opened her eyes.

I happened to see the inside of his eyeballs, which were dark, deep, and transparent, but his former inscrutability disappeared, presenting everything in front of her: tiredness, loneliness, fright, restlessness, worry, earnestness, peace of mind, and humiliation. ... She was shocked. After so long, she finally found a suitable word: calm down.

Yes, it is to calm down.She has prepared thousands of times to accept any storm of fate; she has prepared thousands of times for the horn of battle, but in the end, it is just a ball of cotton—a fist full of infuriating beating in a thick pile of cotton wool.There is no news of the mud cow entering the sea.

She used to think that he would resent her.

She once thought that she might also resent him, just like when she was expelled from the palace and hid alone in the courtyard.

She once fixed the relationship between the two at the position of extremely cruel intrigue—but, it has never been like this! .

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