Golden Greenery

Resakova was amused by Zhuoyang's stupid look again and laughed straight away. This big boy is still so unexpectedly cute. She walked forward with a smile, leaning her forehead gently on Zhuoyang's shoulder. Only then did Zhuoyang exhale a long breath. With the relaxation of breathing, the tense PC muscles were relieved, and the remaining half of the liquid in the lower abdomen gurgled out again.

So, Resakova couldn't help laughing again. She reached out her hand playfully and gently held his pen to help him complete the final collection and signing of the painting. With a full grip, the palm is quite full.

Zhuoyang foolishly let Reisa play with his Langhao paintbrush, the Eastern European painting school and traditional Chinese painting skills complement each other.

Red sleeves add fragrance at night, jade hands grind rough ink.

When the light ink is always exhausted, the shallow pond will inevitably dry up. How much water can there be in the stomach? After a few slightly weak intermittent flows, the painting is finally completed.

What's the last thing you do after peeing? Of course it's peeing.

Zhuoyang involuntarily shuddered all over his body, and shivered neatly. This time, it made Raisa laugh again—so cute, my boy is so cute.

Resakova smiled, but she didn't relax her hand. Instead, she skillfully shook the one-eyed wolf's hair to wipe off the remaining ink on the brush, and then comforted this hard-working but gradually uneasy scholar.

The slender and crisp jade is hand-picked as a pen, picking up a hair out of thousands of hairs.

Zhuoyang was still stupid and at a loss, just staring at his girlfriend in a daze.

Having had enough of laughing, Resakova moved her lips forward, gently whirled on Zhuoyang's lips, and then gently sucked his lower lip, sucking softly, just like sucking her favorite blue Color Margaret.

"Zhuoyang, my boy, I miss you." Xiangruan softly whispered, and she kissed his lips again.

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Things are perfect up to this moment. Zhuoyang's cuteness made Risakova forgive his indifference, and Risa's playfulness also awakened Zhuoyang's strong love again.

Just when he was about to fall into this tender kiss, just when he was about to respond with a violent kiss.

"Why haven't you looked for me for so long, don't you love me anymore?"

The passion and love that was about to spew out stopped in an instant!

Resakova's vague questioning made Zhuoyang instantly recall the scene he saw on that rainy night in his mind. The dirty and lewd scene made him feel a little uncomfortable with Resakova's lips.

He slightly avoided her fragrant lips, the two soft and sexy lips that he had chased so passionately and longingly.

"Me, on the rainy day." Zhuoyang said for the first time the moment that made him sad. "That rainy night, I was at the entrance of the classroom of the dance building." Recalling the terrible scene again, Zhuoyang's tone gradually became colder.

"At the door of the classroom, I saw something."

After saying this, Zhuoyang looked at Resakova quietly. He wanted an explanation, even a false one. No matter what kind of explanation, Zhuoyang can use it to convince himself. No matter what kind of explanation, Zhuoyang is willing to accept it, as long as Ruisa tells him personally, Zhuoyang will choose to accept it.

At this time, what the young boy with first love only needs is a step, not even how perfect the step is, as long as it is a step, he needs to use this step as an excuse to convince his pride.

Maybe, at this time, Risa just needs to say "I'm sorry", or maybe, just say "I love you", everything will disappear. Maybe in the last hour of 2002 they'll fall in love again and for a long, long time.

Maybe forever is just maybe, there are no assumptions in life, because the passage of time never turns back, just like the 2002 that is about to pass.

Although Resakova has already guessed the approximate reason,

But she was still very embarrassed to be exposed by Zhuoyang so abruptly. After all, it was not a glorious scene, especially in front of the man he loved and cherished. The embarrassed Resakova was a little flustered, and this panic came very urgently, as if telling her that if the immediate predicament was not resolved immediately, the little girl would lose her most beloved toy forever.

Seeing Zhuoyang looking at herself calmly, Resakova smiled resentfully.

All of a sudden, she lost her size and could only pretend to be relaxed and say: "So my little boy is jealous."

Then, she pretended to tilt her head mischievously. "Would Raisa make it up to my little boy?"

After speaking, Resakova bowed her knees and committed herself in front of Zhuoyang. The pomegranate teeth lightly open the coral lips, and the fragrant kiss is smooth and shy.

Zhuoyang was stunned again, he looked at the fate between Resakova and his own Yuanfeng Langhao foolishly.

However, this is not what he wants now.

He just wants a simple explanation that can no longer be simple, and then he will burst out all his love for Risa, and let go of his previous suspicions. Zhuoyang is a person with a big heart and a big structure, although there will still be a little unhappiness, but with the passage of time, that little bit of filth will be driven away by sincere love.

If Resakova could tell Zhuoyang clearly at this moment, it was just her previous wrong entanglement, and from now on, everything about her belonged to Zhuoyang alone. If so, maybe this loving couple will spend a crazy and satisfying New Year's Eve in a romantic and warm place this evening.

Tomorrow is the new year, and they may love each other for a long, long time, until heaven.

If this is the case, Zhuoyang will use the way they both longed for a long time to teach Risa a lesson this night, venting his dissatisfaction and wildness in his heart. And again and again and again and again.

Although in terms of technical and tactical level and experience, it is not certain who will teach who.

However, there are no assumptions in love, just like there is no turning back time.

Resakova's flustered and clumsy performance at this moment disappointed Zhuoyang. He thought it was her avoiding his question, and even didn't bother to answer it.

Seeing Resakova's golden soft hair fluttering slightly with the shaking of her head, the scene of that night appeared in front of Zhuoyang's eyes. How similar this situation is.

A sense of humiliation arises spontaneously!

——You actually perfunctory me by pleasing other men? !

The artistic conception from the tip of the pen couldn't resist the shame and indignation, Zhuoyang pushed Resakova forward violently.

"Go away, you old woman!!"

Resakova was caught off guard and fell into the snow, and Zhuoyang's brutal actions and vicious words immediately made her angry from embarrassment. Resakova, who was as proud as a summer flower, could not accept Zhuoyang treating her like this at all. The once big boy suddenly became rude and vulgar, and the elegance and cuteness she was obsessed with disappeared without a trace.

Climbing up in embarrassment, Resakova's self-esteem was shattered, and she could no longer pretend to be calm.

Regardless of the snow slag all over her body, Resakova stared at Zhuoyang bitterly, gnashing her teeth in shame and annoyance.

"Go to hell, bastard!!"

She turned and left resolutely.