When the ink burns again, it is already a great day, and the sun is very high.

The ink burned over and blinked, and I saw that Chu Ning was still asleep.

Perhaps it is the reason for drinking the scented dew, or maybe he is not very good recently, always dreaming, and this time is gone, but he still dreams of deep, he is facing his back, a long dark hair, hooligans Between the pillows, a good night's color.

Ink burning: "........."

Since the master can't get out of bed, when the apprentice is no longer necessary to work hard, the bed is very comfortable, not as high.

But lying and boring, the ink burned in the past and played the night hair of Chu.

There is always a touch of floral fragrance in the hair of the teacher. It is soft and smokey, and it is one of the things that the ink burns most like.

The fingers pa.s.sed through the smog and thin stream, and the silky and delicate touch felt around the fingers to scratch the heart.

The ink-colored back bed curtain oscillates slightly as the window leaks into the wind.

Picking up your eyes, the energy in the morning is always a bit strong, not to mention the taste of the fingertips is so good, so cooked, then...

He plucked a long hair from Chu’s late night and sniffed.

This soft long hair will take the past and slowly come over from past lives.

Although he was born again, he tried to remember as much as possible that he had been too fragrant with the scent of the night, but I don’t know why.

There seems to be some thirst in the throat.

I don't want to touch the body of the predecessors, but the hair is always OK. He closes his eyes and gently kisses the ink between his fingers.

This ink color...

The Wushan Temple, which is the root of life and death, is also such an ink color. It hangs down inexplicably and burns the ink in it. He holds the man's thin waist, and there is a thin layer of muscle under his fingertips, which is completely different from the woman's touch.

The ink burns with the status of the winner, so that he is ruthless, and he commands him all maliciously.

"Move it faster."

"..."

"So slow, are you not working?"

(There is a car flying, there is no time to explain it.)

"You are really kinky/swinging." The ink whispered, "I knew that when you were an apprentice, you should be engaged."

He is a blind man, he is not knowledgeable, and he is not influxed.

Such a rough sentence is like a knife blade, tied to the heart of Chu Yuning.

He suddenly looked up and closed his eyes, and the hoa.r.s.e voice rang for the first time.

He says:

"The ink burns, you kill me."

The man holding the hand on his waist trembled inconspicuously.

Then the ink burned, the smile is still sweet and lovely, and the pear nest is deep.

"Okay."

Chu night Ning Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

The ink burned in the wet scorpion that made him want/fire, and saw some distorted smiles.

"You ask to die, I don't stop. It's just that you can't choose the law of death. I want you to be riddled by thousands of people in front of your good teacher Xue Meng. Oh, it is best to let Xue Meng also partic.i.p.ate." You said, is it good enough?"

"you--!"

The slender and cold fingers grabbed the ground, but they couldn’t catch anything.

Chu nightning is ultimately helpless, and he can only be left at his mercy, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipates.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and covered his eyes.

Chu nightning gently said: "Ink burning..."

"Ink burn, if you have a little bit of love... there is a little bit of conscience..."

His eyelashes trembled slightly under the back of his hand.

"Just ask you... don't do it again..."

"Ink burning..."

The voice whimpered.

It was burned, the past life, the first time I heard him cry.

"The ink burns, I can't stand it..."

"pain……"

Suddenly, Chu nightning turned over and stunned the ink from the sweet memories. The past was like a bird, but only the heart.

The long hair between the fingers had slipped away, but the man slept sideways, and his face was close at hand, and the ink burned and even cleared the long eyelashes.

So lovely. he thinks.

In all fairness, Chu Xi Ning is not the kind of feminine appearance. His five senses are quite good, and he has a strong knife and axe. In fact, he is more masculine than ordinary people.

The more you can be biased, the more it is itchy.

The ink burns too much to see this iron skeleton, the unspeakable man under his body, ecstasy.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

He stared at the face of Chu Xiaoning, his eyes moving in an inch, falling to the light color, because he was asleep and slightly opened his lips.

Involuntarily approaching.

As long as you are closer, you will be able to meet.

A nectar-like taste.

The ink burns the throat and feels endless thirst. Closer, a little closer... I’m about to run into it.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of clearness in the mind of the desire/fire, and he froze and his face was white.

What is he doing! !

Squatting up, the man smoldering and staring at the man on the bed—Chu Yuning, Chu Yuning, and getting used to lingering with him, it’s all in the past! What is this for yourself? crazy?

Do you really like him?

Suddenly, I was shocked by this thought. The ink burned and the face was blue and white.

In the end, he took a deep breath and buried his face in his palm, snoring, and fleeing like a cloak.

The author has something to say:

Boss: I am going to open my mind to you. I haven’t thought of the teacher at all. Is it all about you and your little theater? I see that I am a Santa Claus, come here to give you this fool to send the car keys! Angry!

In the past, there was a car that was bound to accompany the gla.s.s slag. I didn’t warn the past knife. I said that it’s all the turning tool, the knife, haha, and seeing the number of words is not afraid 23333

In fact, it is because the important content has been deleted~

A car, make it look good, after all, remember to kill, the car is still waiting for this life to open again~

Weibo [Muscle big devil], at 10 o'clock in the evening, can't see refres.h.i.+ng, maybe I will be slower to operate, slow down for a minute or two, hey, I wake up and delete the next day. I don't know when I wake up, I need to pay attention to my own screenshots. Low-key, low-key, low-key, important things say three times~

Don't worry if you miss something tonight. At 9 o'clock tomorrow night, Weibo will reopen the second s.h.i.+p and put it at 10:30. After one and a half hours, you can delete it. Don't forget the boarding time 21.00-22.30.