I feel that with this little motivation, my whole body is a lot lighter, as if I can beat that guy under my skirt in the next second, no, under my jeans, that kind of powerful feel really makes me look forward to. So ignore this guy's Rogue behavior for the time being, and let's have a good night.

I took a shower, dried my hair and had a phone call with Michelle. As a result, halfway through the call, Michelle can no longer hear any voice on the phone. She used to hang up the phone because she knew someone must have gone to find Duke Zhou to interpret his dream.

When someone is sleeping, the wind and rain outside the house are blowing, and the wind is rolling leaves, like a beast escaping from the cage, wantonly devouring the weak world.

The heavy rain washes every inch of the dry ground, and countless small puddles instantly gather and merge into big puddles. Then the big puddles soon can't bear the continuous pouring rain, and rush to the lower places. M city is like a boat trapped in water, which seems to float away if you are not careful.

Under the eaves, the wind lamp is flickering, and there are no living creatures flying in the air. Even the vehicles on the road are rare. Only one car is running at a high speed. The water on the road is splashed high. On the windshield, the wiper is running at a high speed, trying to get rid of the pouring rain, revealing a small piece of visible road.

Finally, the car stopped at the bottom of a small courtyard. A tall man got out of the car, opened a long black umbrella, went to the side of the car and politely opened the door. Another noble man in a black shirt came down, took the umbrella and hurried into the yard.

He walked all the way up the stairs without any disorder. He opened the door of a room with a click. The door opened. He quickly flashed into the room and closed it.

The sunlight is drawn into strips in the air like silk, and penetrates into the room through the narrow gap of the curtain. However, the room is not bright, and the shadow of a person can be seen turning over on the bed. Like a sleepy bug wriggling in the quilt, he turns out a hand, hugs the pillow beside him, and then goes to sleep contentedly.

In my sleep, there seems to be a breeze blowing my face, warm and itchy, like the warm sun in spring, stroking my face. I seemed to be leaning under a willow tree. When I was half asleep and half awake with a poem in my arms, a pair of shallow boots with white edges came up to me. He leaned down, reached out to pluck my hair and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I was awakened by his cool lips and tried to open my eyes.

Fuzzy between, I saw a familiar face, as if with a smile, the corner of the mouth curved out of the arc just set off his hazy beauty.

I thought I was too sleepy to see clearly enough, so I tried to open my eyes again. I guess it's in my dream, so it's not as clear as it is in real life. But I still recognize that the man who kisses me is very similar to the scoundrel.

"Poof, I can even dream of him. Am I crazy or angry?" After I mumbled to myself, I reached out and touched his cheek, "well, it's smooth and tender, and it feels good, which is similar to that guy. I don't know how that guy can be more beautiful than our women. Does this make women feel inferior? But I won't be ashamed. "

as like as two peas, I felt his eyebrows and his eyes blurred. "The stain, the peach blossom and the eye are alike. They are just like him. I do not know that I still think I am hallucinatory."

Listen to me, the opposite person unconsciously moved towards me, as if to let me see clearly. Ha ha, it's good to be in a dream. My dream will change as I think. You know, he doesn't use to be so obedient. Since I have been given such an opportunity, I will boldly do whatever I want. Anyway, it's just a dream! I have a lot of heart and courage.

I caught him by the neck, rolled into his arms and lifted his chin. "Beauty, do you know my sister? I always like a man who looks like flowers like you. Unfortunately, he has a wife. Otherwise, I don't have to be alone today. But it doesn't matter. It's very good for you to accompany me. Beauty, don't you think so? "

For my seduction, the beautiful boy did not resist, which increased my courage. Adhering to the principle that I am the biggest in my dream, no matter what I do, I simply held his face, "why don't we play a kiss game?"

The beautiful youth's smiling face is like a flower, so tender that it makes my heart numb. I suddenly feel that I have become an obscene strange aunt, who is playing a black hand on the innocent and ignorant youth, and I have no consciousness of committing a crime.

"If you don't speak, you agree?" Then I'll pick your eyebrows first? My sister will be very gentle. "

The beautiful young man nodded, always holding a pinch of smile in the corner of his mouth, which reminds me of the time when I just met Fu Nanshan, he was also so exciting. Now he is holding his wife in the gentle countryside, and I am holding a beauty in my dream. It's not worth it. Since Fu Nanshan has the upper hand, it's not too much for me to come back from my dream?

Therefore, under the acquiescence of the beautiful boy without any resistance, I had planned to kiss his mouth. His mouth was thin, but not cold. With his unique temperature, it was very similar to that guy.I don't know why, when I was kissing, I was still thinking about the man who left me. I must have been poisoned by him.

In order to show the anger in my heart, my shallow kiss immediately became domineering. I deliberately rubbed his lips. It seemed that I heard someone's voice, but I was not pushed away. Instead, I was held in the back of my head with both hands.

The people in my dream are really good. They are bullied without resistance. Hahaha, I laugh wildly in my heart.

However, I haven't been proud for a long time. I feel that the hands that hold me become strong. I want to break free and breathe, but I am pressed by him. I let go and tried to push him away, not wanting him to kiss me in return. I started to avoid his mouth, but he soon found it. I hide and he chase

"No, it's not your turn yet?" I squeeze out a few words from my teeth, but let his tongue pick up the cheap one. I have a big alarm in my heart. Do I have to be taken advantage of in my dream? I'm not addicted to kissing, am I? When did I have such a habit, even dreaming?

Ya, I don't believe I can't cure you in my dream. I'm trying to pull back a game, so I won't hide. I'll just head on! Instead of avoiding the attack of his tongue, I tried to defeat him with my tongue, but I was always defeated.