Playing to the death and cheating on you

At that moment, the spring water suddenly boiled. 【】The temperature rises suddenly.

It was as if both were scalded and melted.Boiling more gurglingly than the water in this hot spring... Can all of this, this time, really speed up pregnancy and give birth to a child? ? ?

Disappointment over and over again, even worrying.

Shuilian's body trembled violently.

He even lowered his head in horror.He hugged her tightly, leaning on her shoulders.

Yes, that's kind of crazy! ! !An intense madness wilder than a hurricane.

It's like carefully admiring a beautiful work of art.Since then, this work of art has become my own collection.Of course it is not placed in the corner, but day and night, like a cinnabar mole on the heart, always playing with it.As if, two people have always been one person.The canopy is so spacious that you will never feel alone again.A comfort in which two people are completely integrated.

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You and me, so affectionate

hot as fire

Take a piece of clay, twist a you, and mold a me

Break the two of us together

reconcile with water

Squeeze another you, and make another me

I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud

You are born with the same quilt, and you die with the same coffin.

In the early Yuan Dynasty, the wife of Zhao Mengfu, a great master of Chinese painting and calligraphy, has a wife named Duan Sheng. The background is that when Zhao Mengfu was 50 years old, he wanted to imitate the celebrities at that time and took concubines, but he was too embarrassed to tell his wife. She knew it and wrote this poem. After "Ci", I couldn't help being deeply moved, and never mentioned the matter of taking concubines again.

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It's like the endless heat in his body, sent to her heartily.I want to make this soft body more fragrant, more lovely, more vigorous, and more pleasant.Even because of the scorching heat, I hope her body will recover from now on, strong and beautiful. . . .Yes, his only wish is to make her happy.

She thought, is all this what she needs?

Just like an ostrich, it has to find a pile of sand and bury itself completely.Cover up all those pasts—when you have no strength, just pretend to be deaf and dumb for the time being. . . . .

From then on, there is no sorrow and no sorrow.

At that moment, she forgot about the death of her younger sister Shui Qing, and completely forgot about the third prince.I dare not think of it either.

A despicable, shameful feeling lingers in my heart——

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