The Phoenix Arises

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Ye Wuzhe looked straight at the string, and his eyes were full of determination.

Warm string of hearts jumped, subconsciously frowning.

Step by step firmly forward, the slender white fingers slowed down the opening belt, and the blue robe slipped.

"what are you doing?"

Wen string slammed out of bed, and rushed to the front of the leaf.

Ye Wu worry did not speak, still solve his own belt.

"Are you crazy?"

Wen string is anxious, holding on to the hands of worry-free, not letting him move.

The worry-free face lifted the hand of Xuanqi to open the warm string.

The temperature string was too late to prevent it, and it took two steps.

Seeing no worries, you have to untie the blouse and turn around with warm strings.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

The low, hoarse voice suppresses anger.

The worry-free lips evoke a sneer smile, slowly going up, holding the string from behind.

"I don't know anything, I just want to be with you."

The slightly cold voice was resolute with a moth.

He didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to think about the future, and didn't want to think about the past. He just wanted to be with him, even if it was only for a moment.

Resolute words, so that the heart of Wenxian suddenly shocked, and the fists unconsciously tightened and tightened.

Slowly turn and put the small hand on the waist to your face.

"You see clearly, I am a man." The low voice suppressed the pain.

He is a man.

He knows, he always knows clearly.

But what about it?

Hands wrapped around his neck, picking up his toes and kissing his thin lips.

The messy tongue in the mouth made him fascinated and let him sink, but more of a panic.

Pushing him away, he turned around in a panic, and ran to the door but stopped. "Go back, I like women, women who can help me to have children."

The trembling voice shows his struggle and pain at the moment, but he has no worries but nothing to feel. He only has the sentence.

"I like women..."

Do you like women?

Is it the same as your sister?

He stood for a long time without worry, and when Wen Ling left, he didn't know.

Woodyly picked up the outer coat on the ground and walked out.

The sky outside is already bright, but he doesn't know where to go.

He didn't want to go where he was. He couldn't go anywhere with him.

Walking aimlessly, the people around him came and went, but none of them could see clearly.

"Leaf no worries?"

I don't know why, the wind looked at the thin back in front, and suddenly I felt a little distressed.

Ye Wuwu turned around and saw the wind squatting, but did not run away.

"How did you not run this time?"

The wind swelled joyfully to Ye Wushou, but when he saw his pale face, he was delighted.

"What's wrong with you, is it not uncomfortable?"

The wind and the wind groaned and touched the worry-free forehead.

The leaves looked at the windy face with no worries, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand of the wind.

"you......"

The windy and flamboyant face was red, earning earnestly, but not earning.

"Let me go."

Ye Wushou suddenly opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.

The wind was so sloppy, and then nodded with a shyness.

The two held hands and walked from the east to the west of the city. They ate together and cruised together.

The wind sneaked a sneak peek at the leaves, and a heart was happy like a flower.

She has fancied many times that they are getting along like this, but at the moment she seems to be in a dream, that is not true.

"Can I kiss you?"

Under the willow trees on the bank of the river, the wind stunned and looked at Ye Wuyou. Happiness came too suddenly, and suddenly she was a little overwhelmed.

Just in the wind and the sky, Ye Wuzhe has been a little closer.

The wind and the wind pinched the scorpion, and a heart slammed, slowly closing his eyes and waiting for his approach.

The two **** kept coming close, and the leaves stopped without worry, and they couldn't kiss them when they looked at the red lips.

He doesn't hate the wind, but he can't kiss her.

Sorry......

Apologetically, I looked at the wind and the leaves, and Wu Wuyi turned and left.

After waiting for a long time, I did not wait for Ye’s worries, and the wind sneaked openly, but found that Ye Wushou did not know when he had left.

"Yeshou worry..."

The wind screamed and grinned, and the **** **** lied to her.

For a few days, Ye Wushou is nestled in Baixianxuan, not crying or not, even if he does not eat or drink, the whole person seems to have no soul.

"Worry-free brother, what's the matter with you, is it sick?"

Hail was on the edge of the bed, looking at the leafless face of the leaves, some distressed.

Ye Wuwei did not answer, still looking straight at the top of the account, as if he did not hear the hail question.

Hail frowns, "It must be sick, I am going to find the fourth sister."

Speaking a little, the hail climbed out of bed.

Purple Garden.

"Is there any worry?"

The sputum put down the medicine bottle in his hand and stood up.

Hail nodded and looked worried. "Yeah, I have been lying in bed for a few days. I can't move, the four sisters will go with me."

"Well, I take the medicine box."

Liang Yan turned and took the medicine box, then followed the hail to the white string Xuan.

"How is your face so bad?"

Seeing the bloodless face of worry-free, frowning coldly, immediately sit down and probe for him.

This pulse, is this?

Impossible, no worries are clear...

The brows of the cold brow are so tight that they have a look of puzzling expression.

"Four sisters, worry-free brother, what is he sick?"

Looking at the cool face is not right, the hail is more anxious.

I ignored the hail, and I gently opened the worry-free quilt, but when I saw the red on the sheets, I squinted and looked incredulous.

"How does the worry-free brother bleed?"

The hail is also wide-eyed, and the eyes are full of distress and anxiety.

The cold sip took a few deep breaths and turned to the ice. "You go out first, I want to help him, take medicine."

"Oh." Hail nodded and then obediently left the room.

"No worries..."

Liang Yan screamed twice, but no worry, but what reaction?

After a moment of contemplation, Liang Xiao shuddered his hands to solve the worry-free belt.

"Hey sister?"

No worries, grabbing the cool hand, his eyes are full of doubts.

Cool look, no worries, swallowed, "No worries, you..."

"What's wrong?" Frustrated, looking straight at the cold.

Looking at the pure pink otters, I suddenly didn't know what to say. "You are sick."

No worries, flashing, sick?

Maybe he is ill.

"If a person doesn't like a woman, what should I do?" Wushou suddenly grabbed the cold hand and asked.

Don't like women?

"Then like a man." Liang Yan replied subconsciously.

Do you like men?

No worries, blink of an eye, maybe he can try.

In the end, I still didn't verify the doubts in my heart. I left the room for the quilt without worry.

"How, worry-free brother is okay?"

When I saw the cold, the hail came up immediately.

"Nothing big, just take a few days of medicine."

Liang Yan took a picture of the head of the ice, "Don't bother him, he seems to be in a bad mood."

"Okay." Hail nodded and nodded.

In the evening, I couldn’t sleep when I was over and over.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

When the chills turned over for the fourth time, she sneaked into her arms.

"Some things can't figure out."

The cold eyes frowned, and the eyes were full of confusion.

I am groaning, "If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it."

Cool and stunned, then smirked.

Yes, why care about these things, no matter how worry-free, worry-free or their worry-free.

"Not too early, go to bed early."

Gently patted the back of the cool, like a child.

Liang Yan found a comfortable position in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

For a few days, Liang Hao went to give me the "medicine".

No worries, no matter what, as long as the cool sputum is sent, he will drink.

I was bored in the room for a few days, and I finally figured out what I had.

On this day, I changed my posture without worry, took a hot bath seriously, and then put on clean clothes and went out of the palace.

Drunken House, the most beautiful place in Yucheng.

"Little boy, you are coming for the first time, come and come inside."

No worries can not stand the enthusiasm of the old man, and quietly pulled his hand out.

The old man is not annoyed, still smiles and leads the worry-free to a round table.

"What kind of son does the little son want to accompany?"

The old man looked at him for the sake of worry-free tea.

This little son is too beautiful. He has been in this drunken building for more than ten years. He was the first time to see such a beautiful son. Even the head of their drunken building is not comparable to him.

If he is a younger teenager, he really wants to serve him personally.

"Whether it is enthusiasm, or shy, handsome, or strong, as long as you speak, we will find you in the drunken building."

Listening to the advice of the old man, the worry-free lips evoke a bitter smile.

What kind of? But what if he only wants him?

The sound of the clearing of the piano sounded, and the worry-free light turned lightly.

On the high round table, a white man is gracefully stroking the strings, and the yellowish candle is printed on his handsome face, giving a warm feeling.

String brother...

The worry-free eyes gradually became blurred, and at this moment, he seemed to see the string.

Looking at the look of worry-free, the old man covered his face and smiled, waving the scorpion. "The little son has a good eye, this is the head of our drunken building, Yu Xuan Yu."

Yu Gongzi?

No worries, and a disappointment in the bottom of my eyes.

He is extravagant, how could he appear here?

"Little son, please wait a moment, wait for Yu Gongzi to finish the song, I will let him come with you."

No worries nodded, and took a white spar from his arms and put it on the table.

"Hey, thank you Xiaogongzi."

The old man was overjoyed and immediately put the white crystal stone into his arms.

He did not read it wrong, this little son is really honorable and uncommon.

No worries, listen carefully to Yu Xuan's songs.

In fact, he does not understand the temperament, but he has a feeling of sadness, which will make him feel uncomfortable.

On the second floor of the promenade, a man in a silver robe leaned against the railing, and the narrow, phoenix eyes looked at the worry.

It is him, interesting!

"Yu Gongzi is coming!"

At the end of the song, the old man couldn’t wait to pull Yu Xuan to the worry-free table.

Seeing the worry-free and delicate face, Yu Xuan smashed, and the reluctance on his face faded instantly.

"Yu Xuan, stay with the little son."

Yu Xuan nodded, just about to sit down and heard a sinister voice.

"he's mine."