I've Been Licking Dogs For Four Years, Am I In A Hurry To Stop Licking The School Girl?

When the car drove to the urban area of ​​Lanjing, Luo Xiaoli suddenly said that she didn't want to go back so early and wanted to stay outside for a while. Jiang Cheng glanced at her unexpectedly, and although he didn't know the reason, he still agreed to accompany her.

When he just got out of the car, a gust of cold wind poured directly from his neck into his clothes. As dusk fell, the temperature became lower and lower, which made Jiang Cheng wrap his clothes again.

The clothes he was wearing were not too thick. During the day, the wind was not chilling in the sun, but now it forced people to shiver.

Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes. He was not far from the community. He was standing on Huanjiang Road. Walking through this intersection, he could see the magnificent Changhuan River.

Why did Luo Xiaoli insist on getting out of the car and walking this distance? She didn't know herself. Maybe it was because she always felt a little dreamy and unreal. She wanted to use the temperature outside to force herself to be more clear and to judge reality and reality. difference in dreams.

What Jiang Cheng didn't know was that Luo Xiaoli would occasionally be afraid when dreaming at night, and would wake up suddenly in the silent and dark night, and then hurriedly took over her mobile phone to look at it, and found out the sweet photo of the two of them in the album.

After reading it, the hesitation in my heart will be slightly relieved.

She really loves Jiang Cheng. The seeds that have germinated in her heart for more than ten years are now blooming and bearing fruit. She is so afraid that it will be just a dream when she wakes up.

This feeling is called: worrying about gains and losses.

Half a year has passed, and the two of them have left behind a lot of happy memories that can be remembered together. If they go back to the time when they buried that love in their hearts, Luo Xiaoli feels that those days will be unimaginably tormented.

She didn't even know how she got there.

Because of too much love, if it is lost, it will be a disaster.

I went to see Jiang Cheng's parents today, with a completely different identity from the original, which also means that this matter has been settled in Jiang Cheng's heart, and he really treats Luo Xiaoli as his future wife.

This is very good, if Luo Xiaoli turns her head when Jiang Cheng is not paying attention, she will always have a sore nose, and she almost cried.

In fact, not all efforts have results, most love stories have a tragic ending, Luo Xiaoli often feels sad for the characters in the book when reading romance.

But now, she was afraid that she would also become a character in the book.

Thinking of this, Xiaoli raised her eyes to look at Jiang Cheng, who knew that Jiang Cheng happened to also lower her head. He took his hand directly and walked to the stall on the corner of the street.

Compared with the harsh and cold air, there is a peddler wrapped in a cotton coat in this remote corner. He is wearing dark gloves, and he is pouring freshly fried chestnuts out of a sandstone pot and putting them on an iron plate.

In an instant, a scent of hot air warmed one's cheeks.

"Boss, here is a bag of fried chestnuts."

"okay."

After paying the money, Jiang Cheng took the things from the vendor's hands, lowered his head and opened Xiao Li's slender hands that were a little white with cold, and covered the steaming roasted chestnuts into her hands.

After a few seconds, the temperature was conveyed, and it was warm, so they continued walking.

Such small details in love, Jiang Cheng has never learned, all care is based on liking, it is involuntary, and it will be remembered when it is seen.

Luo Xiaoli didn't know, just when she couldn't help rubbing her hands slightly in the cold, Jiang Cheng looked directly at her pale hands, thinking how to make her feel better.

Don't be afraid of the cold, I'm here this winter.

Walk down the street to the bench they used to pass by.

At this time, the skyline looks gray. I don’t know if it’s because the clouds are too complicated, or a misty fog suddenly rises in the distance. When I look up, everything looks hazy and unreal. It seems that this world is illusory, and there is another reality. Really oppress it.

This kind of reality is being forced to become rarer and rarer.

On the banks of the Changhuan River, dozens of weeping willows are unable to flutter in the wind, because their leaves have completely withered, leaving only bare branches.

Luo Xiaoli looked at the Changhuan River, which was occasionally rippling.

She suddenly said, "Brother, shall we be together forever?"

The sound rang in his ears, and Jiang Cheng was slightly taken aback.

"if not?"

Luo Xiaoli turned her head, her eyes were full of affection, she didn't speak, but the smile on the corner of her mouth already explained everything.

Go through it, from the glorious eighteen years old to the old age. Even if the temples are gray, they still hold each other's hand and become the old man and old lady standing at the door in the streets and alleys.

There are circling birds on the other side of the river, and a long wooden pavilion is built on a wide platform, next to fitness equipment. There are no people there, probably because it is not yet time to go out for a walk.

Jiang Cheng stared at the flying bird closely, he was very silent, and now he needs to be silent. He knew that Luo Xiaoli beside him was thinking about something, so let her think about it, all he needed to do was to accompany her quietly.

"Are you cold?" Luo Xiaoli asked suddenly.

"A little bit." Jiang Cheng twitched his nose. He didn't wear much when he went out, because he was thin and not very cold resistant.

Xiaoli loosened the scarf after listening to this sentence, he thought that this action was to put the scarf on himself, but in fact she didn't.

Luo Xiaoli pulled Jiang Cheng's hand involuntarily, and under his surprised and puzzled eyes, she tugged at the neck of her white sweater, and carefully put Jiang Cheng's cold hand inside.

This action instantly blanked his mind, and almost lost all thinking ability at this moment.

He never imagined that Xiaoli would use this method to warm herself up, and Jiang Cheng felt an unbelievable softness in the next second, and his hand was placed in a very inappropriate position.

Almost directly dispelled the somewhat unbearable severe cold, and gradually regained consciousness in his hands.

Luo Xiaoli's expression was a little uncomfortable at the beginning, because her hand, which had been exposed in the air for a long time, was like ice, she shivered, but she still persisted. This is her character, stubborn and persistent.

After waiting for a few minutes, probably because she got used to her temperature, a strange feeling was conveyed immediately, Jiang Cheng was a little embarrassed, and Luo Xiaoli also blushed at this time.

Although today's dusk is very dark and there is no sunset glow, the sunset glow appeared on her cheeks.

This girl is the most precious gift given to Jiang Cheng by fate.

They stood on the shore, and there was a resting bird lying on the bench behind them. It fluttered its gray wings and seemed to be watching this beautiful picture.

Luo Xiaoli said softly to Jiang Cheng, "Have you touched it? A little further inside is the heart. This is the warmest place on my body."