Slag Girl Illustrated Book

He hurriedly went to wipe the screen with paper towels, looked at the group photo again, and zoomed in countless times.

"Fuck!"

The people in this photo are Mo Huiyu and Ruan Xihe!

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So it's really her!

Song Ci didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. Ten thousand heads of grass Nima weren't so speechless when they ran over.

So that old man Mo Tingshen is also Lao Tzu's rival in love, damn!

So Mo Wei said that the dead fox is also Lao Tzu's rival in love, damn!

So the person Mo Qianqian wants to poke tonight is Ruan Xihe? Depend on!

He was irritated to death, and sent her a message, she never responded, but at last there was no red exclamation mark, and he didn't ask for anything else. He sent a sentence to the number whose note was "little": Good night, I suddenly miss you today.

Seeing the information sent, he sighed slightly, fearing that someday the two would no longer be friends.

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It's too early now, Ruan Xihe went to pour a glass of wine and used the one he had just drunk.

Park Jae Hyung's eyes darkened.

Ruddy lips pressed against the wall of the cup, which seemed to be the place where I had drunk just now.

The red liquid enters the mouth.

Now the two people have the same sweet taste in their mouths.

After she finished a drink, the gleam in her eyes became more and more charming.

It's just that the body hangs in the air in the next second.

What if I opened a suite? Is it because boy and girl friends have to split the room to sleep at night?

The air in her lips was sucked little by little.

Park Jae-hyung kissed deeply. After a long time, he got up slightly, pinched her chin, forced the little girl to look at him, and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Have they kissed you like I did?"

This......

Ruan Xihe wanted to start with a twist, but he was a little bit stronger, his eyes locked, strong and overbearing, which made people feel panic with nowhere to escape.

The fingertips pressed her lips, and there was a little pain.

"Yeah." Finally, she answered softly.

"That's it."

As he kept asking, she clenched her fingertips tighter and tighter.

At the last step, Ruan Xihe hugged him tightly: "I, I am not ready yet, next time, please, please."

The man froze.

Park Jae-hyung didn't want to force her, so he got up and took a cold shower.

He kissed her when he came back with air-conditioning all over his body.

I kissed the little girl and begged for mercy.

Then she hugged her to sleep.

Ye was quiet, Ruan Xihe opened his eyes and looked out the window.

She has also changed over the years, people will always grow up, and her personality will not stay the same. In the evening, when Park Jae-hyung said that in the past, she was thinking about her past.

People always only like certain aspects of a person, and they can't be perfect, but they always ask others to be perfect. This is the root of human inferiority.

Ruan Xihe is not afraid of the usual ordinary relationships, but she is afraid of the kind of love or worship that rises quickly.

The principle that things must be reversed applies everywhere.

She has few real friends, Feng Yu counts one, Wenqueyi counts one.

If a girl approached her in life, praised her constantly, idolized her madly from the heart, and even thought she had no shortcomings, Ruan Xihe would alienate each other quietly.

Because this kind of like is like a bubble, the other party believes that you are perfect, so when you make a slight mistake or a flaw, she will not accept it, and the relationship between the two will be the same as the cross line, going further and further.

There is no perfect person in the world, and there is no immutable personality. I am worried about the complexity of society. Different people must be treated with different attitudes and different methods. Those who are superficial, only love her gentle, kind, beautiful and generous, and love her cool and cold. Can afford to put it down.

But the person who can be called her friend is the person who can walk into her heart, and can certainly tolerate her hesitation, her hesitation, her cold-blooded choice.

There are many people in the world who love me, but people are not coins, and it is impossible to be pleasing everywhere. Fortunately, she doesn’t care about the likes and dislikes of the outside world. Those have nothing to do with her. What you see is me, and I am both good and bad. Do not refute.

For her, the external voices are just for reference, don't refer to it if you are unhappy.

When I went back to Shanghai University to go through the graduation formalities a while ago, I inadvertently heard the girls in the class discussing themselves at the back door.

She stood at the door out of politeness, after all, showing up now would make them embarrassed.

At that time, I heard those people say something like this: I think Ruan Xihe has changed.

Ruan Xihe laughed at that time, not to mention that people will change. Besides, what does my change have to do with you?

But there are always people who love to worry about other people's nostalgia.

Thinking about this all night, she couldn't fall asleep, so she took back her thoughts and turned around and hugged Park Jae Hyung.

In the moonlight, his silhouette is really beautiful.

She ran his fingertips across the bridge of his eyebrows and nose and finally his lips.

Twisted lightly, couldn't hold back, got up and kissed him.

After kissing, she found out that Park Jae Hyung was awake...

In other words, he may not have fallen asleep at all, and the positions of the two of them suddenly turned upside down.

He lowered his head, his eyes were not innocent, his voice was dumb, and he asked gently in her ear: "Now, are you ready?"