Looking Beyond The Line

Gently two words, but it is what she most do now is.

She missed his arms and missed the temperature and strength of him in his arms.

Even if he was hugged by him, he would stay in this second in this second.

At this time, the landing is particularly careful, he read her for a long time, only slowly stood up, letting it down again, put her gently in his arms.

Very light, very careful.

It is like being a fear of heavy, it will break her usually.

Under the palm of the palm, he kissed the temperature left later, with a wet.

"Hold a little bit." She leaned his head on his shoulder, hugging him with force, and his hands tightly held his waist.

Even the sun outside has risen, but his corner still takes the cold in spring, it can be different from clothes. His back is a wet, and I don't know if he doesn't have to ran overnight. Or after last night, you wet the rain mark left.

His beard took out his mouth, stab, and sometimes swept her cheeks with his movements.

After half a month after leaving the city, I also reopened my hair, as I was as soft as his previous hair.

Hold a little, tight.

Only in this way, I can feel that I am still alive, only this, I can feel that I am still with you.

At the moment of the plane crash, Jiang Yao really thought that this time was replaced to the landline to give her a good one, changed to the landline to deal with her affairs.

At that moment, she was still regretted. What should she do, she has not left a suicide note, she has not told him that she loves him.

The strength of the arms tightened, even if Jiang Yao felt that it was going to breathe, but still not will release.

She looked up and used her lips to find the lips of the land, and then printed.

Jiang Yao is easy to be shy in the emotion, very little take the initiative to kiss the landing, even if it is wrapped in him, she is also a little bit of the feet in his lips.

This may be that only one less of her is only forced to kiss him, close to him.

She stains his lips and then pulls out his double lips.

"Kiss me." She whispered, I want him to respond.

There is nothing more testing than life and death.

If it is not the moment of rubbing with the dead, Jiang Yao will never know. It turned out that she actually loved this man, loved to her own expectations, love to integrate bone blood, engraved into the heart.

March grass is long, and the window is called the birds, and the air is fragrant in the rain, and there is a flower in the tree.

March is beautiful, the wind is very soft in March, the sun in March is very bright.

However, what is the relationship with them in March?

This world is no longer.

Their world, just he and her.

A kiss can create a happy world to each other.

There is no hustle and bustle, no noisy, no danger.

I have been aware that her breath is a little wrong, and she is reluctant to release her, ending this long kiss.

He picked up a pillow to let her rely on, then gently cover her quilt, but only the hand under the quilt, still ten fingers.

The eyes of the two are more lingering than the fingers, but they can end the kiss, but they can't find each other, greedous seem to want to hide the other party into their own fundus.