Slag Girl Illustrated Book

He came step by step.

Take off the suit jacket and put it on her shoulders.

"Talk?" Fan Qingtong said inexplicably.

Ruan Xihe stopped the steps he was walking back, and walked back with a lazy posture, putting up a railing.

"What are you talking about?" She has a natural attitude, with a touch of plainness in her politeness, and carelessness in her tenderness, as if two people have never had a story.

"You have changed your boyfriend again." He wanted to say this indifferently, but only he knew the feeling of a heart ache.

"Yeah." She chuckled lightly and admitted generously.

"The circle of friends hasn't been exposed." Fan Qingtong has a trumpet with Ruan Xihe, secretly pondering the circle of friends she sends every day.

Ruan Xihe glanced at him with a faint smile, "No sun."

Fan Qingtong's mood improved by two points for some reason, but thinking of the tone of her call just now made him feel uncomfortable and panicked all over.

He wanted to ask, why did you never feel so clingy when you were in love with me.

As a result, the words turned into: "How is he to you?"

"Very good." She has always told the truth about this kind of problem.

In fact, to be honest, every one of her boyfriends treats her very well, and some of them will get better and better in the process of getting along with them even if they are unsatisfactory in the early stage.

It was Fan Qingtong who had nothing to say to her at the beginning. Although the relationship was messy before associating with her, but during the three months with her, he did it wrong once. It was the time at the bar. Other times, it was true. Be honest.

She even felt that the task of catching the **** was not easy to do.

"What is the real you like?" he asked.

Ruan Xihe was taken aback. In fact, she would be the real one when she first met Fan Qingtong, but in front of Yan Fufeng, she was too cute and too cute.

"The real me, everything you see is the real me." Isn't life like this, the mask is worn for a long time, you are the mask, the mask is you, there is no need to divide it so clearly.

"Why do you never take the initiative to look for me when you are with me, never cling to people, and do not check posts." When he said this, he was indeed aggrieved.

Ruan Xihe feels that Fan Qingtong’s type of man is not suitable for such a tone. He should not be humbled into the dust. Fan Qingtong should always be arrogant, always gentle and indifferent. He should not be trapped by love. Fan Qingtong, who does not touch his body, is the most charming.

The reason why the sea king is charming is that he does not go ashore, so he is mysterious and deceptive. Once he leaves the sea for affection, that trait will disappear.

What Ruan Xihe likes can't get.

"Because you like freedom, so I give you enough freedom." As soon as her voice softened, his heart trembled crazily.

"I." He murmured speechlessly. At first it was indeed what he asked for. He said that he didn't like girls being too clingy. He wanted to have room for each other and trust each other.

Ruan Xihe did so well, but because of her doing so well, he was dissatisfied again, and even depressed day by day.

"Do you think the moon looks good?" Ruan Xihe asked him suddenly, her pink fingertips falling on the boat rail.

He looked away from her hand and looked at the moon hung in the mirror.

"nice."

"When I first met you, I thought you were unique." Ruan Xihe chuckled lightly. At that time, he was like the moon, cold and lonely, with a gentle indifference that was not easy to dissolve.

She raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze was very focused, and continued: "In fact, we are very similar, so I am very happy to meet you, Dong and Dong. Although the ending is not very good, it was still very happy when we were together. Thank you for that time. Care and maintenance."

"Return the suit to you, I'll go in, uh~"

The eyes were dark, and there was a touch of warmth on his lips. He closed his eyes and kissed her, his eyelashes trembling fiercely, depressed, fierce, and aggrieved.

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