The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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sometimes,

What would he think of, the scene where two people are together,

When Fu Sheng saw it, his face blushed, he grabbed the clay sculpture from his hand, and smashed it into pieces.

"Michael!"

"Don't pinch this kind of thing in the future."

She blushed and seemed a little embarrassed.

"..." The man tilted his head slightly, confused,

There was a bit of ignorance in the beautiful ice blue pupils,

"why not?"

Fusheng is almost cooked.

What he pinched was two people doing that kind of thing together,

Isn't this... an erotic picture? !

The little girl's attitude became tough,

"Anyway... Anyway, it's not allowed."

She blushed and stomped her feet, "You are not allowed to pinch this kind of thing, I will be angry if you pinch it!"

"..." The man stared at her.

After a long time, he obediently let out a cry.

She probably would be embarrassed if she found out.

Michael didn't pinch that kind anymore,

Therefore, other types of clay sculptures gradually increased.

Two people hug each other, kiss each other,

There is also a small home for two people, all kinds of utensils,

He pinched it very finely.

Considering the girl's feelings, he behaved well every time, but never out of line.

Fu Sheng stared at him for a while, and then he was relieved.

Occasionally,

Men will be very dissatisfied with the sculptures they knead,

Specifically in... her sculptures.

Do not know why,

No matter how he squeezed it, he seemed to be dissatisfied with the girl sculpture under him,

Fusheng was caught off guard every time, and he was touched everywhere, measured the size, measured the proportion,

After the test,

He pinched it again,

Dissatisfied, he ran to see her again.

It is obvious that Fusheng has been pinched very well, it is perfect,

She herself looked very realistic.

only,

He keeps doing it all over again.

at last,

Fu Sheng also let him go.

He was dissatisfied and ran over to touch her everywhere,

Fusheng also turned a blind eye and gradually got used to it.

The days went on insipidly and happily.

Michael is an angel, although he can be regarded as a god, but he still has a lifespan after all,

Normally,

Children born from the spirit tree can live up to a thousand years.

And Michael is an angel, his lifespan should have been longer,

But because of being with demons every day,

Plus after doing that kind of thing, his pure holiness that belongs to an angel is long gone.

so,

As he grows old,

His pure white wings were gradually assimilated into a dull black.

Life expectancy is also shortened.

When reaching the end point of life,

A sculpture of a girl who was perfect to the extreme was finally created.

It was placed in the center of the clay sculpture of the hut, embracing the man, raising his head and kissing.

Wings spread out behind me, happy and beautiful,

The man lowered his head and kissed her, and his huge wings stretched out, slightly enveloping her.

Every little sculpture is very well made,

You can see his intentions.

Especially the girl in the center,

Every detail is handled delicately,

Beautiful eyebrows with a smile, pure and beautiful.

Before Fusheng left, looking at the sculpture, her eyes were slightly red,

at last,

She touched the man sculpture lightly,

soon,

All sculptures are gone.

Fusheng looked at the room, slightly bent his eyes, smiled gently,

Take away his most thoughtful gift,

leftover,

Just took him away.

Fusheng slowly reached out and caught the pure white fragment.

It clings to her obediently, very quietly.

Fusheng held it, bent his eyes,

"Tuanzi, let's go."

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