Reborn as A Beautiful Model Student

Li Shujiao teaches the fruit of the cactus.

Peeling the skin of the fruit, is some of some slurry red liquids.

The slurry of red liquid flows into yellow sand.

"give."

Ye Sweethe took fruit, she gently greened a liquid, a sour feeling full of her mouth.

"good to eat."

In the desert, anything will become food.

Ye Sweethe Heart and Li Wencang sat next to the cactus, the two were low, silently split the fruit of the cactus.

It is probably that the Wen Qing is on the side of the Ye Sweetheart.

Ye Sweethe I have a relaxation.

She rely on the back of the Hustang Cang, whispering, "Different brother, I am so sleepy."

From the start of the plane to now, the spirit of Ye Xiangxin has been in a highly tense state.

As Augustine said, no one can believe in this land?

Ye Shengxin did not believe in Tang Song, do not believe in Qinchuan, so she has never been serious, sleep well.

It can be different now.

Her idea is coming.

She can rest assured that she is sleeping on the back of the Hustang.

Because she believes, even if he doesn't recognize that he is a sorrowful.

He will not hurt her.

Because, no matter whether he does not admit it, he is a great affirmation of Li Wen Cang.

In a short while, Ye Xinxin relies on the back of the sterkang, gradually issued a uniform breathing.

Under the mask, the sorrows of the sorrows of the mask, which is slightly rising.

After a while, Li Shu Cang waited until Ye Xiangxin was sleeping, and took off his windbreaker, tack it into the desert, and put the Ye sweethearted.

He looked at the face of the leaves of the leaves, her mouth, there was a faint slurry.

That color, like her lipstick, gorgeous as blood.

She is sleepy, and the beautiful to the Wen Jia wants to recognize that she is a sorrow.

His big hand, gently stroking the sweet heart, like a white porcelain.

"Sweetheart ~"

"Sweetheart ~"

His voice, oligol, sexy.

Like the strings of the cello, after the pop, it exudes a burst of wave.

The moonlight, shining on her face, Li Shou Cang did not sleep.

He looked at the leaves in front of him, and he can't wait to turn her into a small girl, put it into his pocket, bringing her to him to go anywhere.

Li Wen Cang's light, fell to the feet of the leaves, on her feet, with fine scars.

It may be the wound that is left from the desert eagle.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine in the body of Li Wen Cang. He has no way to give the feet of the leaves.

She is barefoot, now is black, maybe it is possible.

It can be tomorrow, when you arrive in the day, the sun will use the desert.

How can her delicate feet stand on the desert.

It must be impossible.

Li Qing thought, he had to carry her back tomorrow.

But he is afraid, the longer it is, the longer you stay with her, and you will not leave.

He is afraid that he wants to be with her, and it is never separated together.

Be distant, climbed over scorpion.

It is a picture of the claws, and there is a kind of cute.

Strong Cang stretched out and grabbed the scorpion.

This thing is good, it is also delicious.

His horse is gone now.