Chapter 1071： Qian Miao kissed him

At the end of the Milky Way, stars surround a crown of laurels, with the number 749 on it. I thought this was the end, but I never thought that after 749, there is a very puzzling acronym: FTT.

The sculpture of this portrait is meticulous, every detail can withstand the test of a magnifying glass, and every place has a little secret. Its eyes were looking straight ahead, and it was cold and arrogant, with the nobleness of being independent from the world, and the bright beauty of the beauty of the crowd.

Qianmiao stroked the portrait, and when his thumb passed over the piece of "star cloth", the corners of his mouth raised.

"Why do you remember all this?"

Although he was basically present every time his identity was stripped away, she hadn't seen him much surprised.

Unexpectedly, it was all in my mind.

"What does this FTT mean?" She turned to ask him.

The man smiled meaningfully: "Um...just one, wish."

desire.

Qianmiao's eyes drooped, his gaze fell on the three letters, and the color in his eyes suddenly became clear.

The hot air balloon flies higher and higher, and the surrounding is quiet and peaceful. Wanjia lights spread out a magnificent galaxy under the feet, and the sky is full of stars. In this second, Qianmiao feels like being in a wonderland, a carefree wonderland.

She put her fingers slowly and touched Feng Xian's hand.

"Thank you, this is my happiest birthday."

The man squatted down and stared at her.

In the silent stare, the man slowly approached, his head tilted slightly, close to her lips.

Qianmiao's eyes didn't blink, and the statue was still held in his arms, and his fingers tightened.

Three inches later, the man said: "Would you like to drink?"

He pulled his hand out from behind her and took out a bottle of red wine.

Qianmiao's smile deepened and his nerves relaxed.

The aroma of wine mixed in the cool air, accompanied by a gentle breeze, blowing across the branches and leaves.

The sound of flicking wine glasses came from the hot air balloon from time to time.

An hour later, the man sat on the ground like Qianmiao, with one long leg straightened out, one arched, hands on his knees, head leaning back, his chin clearly curved, and he walked into a thin moonlight.

With his eyes closed, his mind seemed to be suppressed by the alcohol, and he was a little drowsy.

Qianmiao held an empty wine bottle in his hand, snorted, put the wine bottle aside, stood up, and admired the night view.

"It's more exciting than watching the sea."

She looked at the dazzling height below and murmured.

There was silence behind him.

Qianmiao turned his head and looked down. The man still maintained the posture and movements he had just now, his angular face facing the moonlight, and his deep eyebrows closed, giving him a more peaceful sleep than before.

She stared for a few seconds, head prone on the hot air balloon, tapping her index finger leisurely, her eyes relaxed and lazy, only blinking once for a long time.

The hot air balloon kept playing softly melodic music. I don't know that it was the melody that took away her sanity. She squatted down quickly, resting her hands on the ground, her head covering the moonlight on the man's face.

The fresh mint smell penetrated into the tip of her nose, she didn't move much, her eyes closed suddenly.

In eight seconds, she ended her first kiss in twenty years.

One-sided kiss.

She sat next to her, staring at the man's thin lips, and couldn't help but reach out and wipe the light red from his lips.

Lu Wanyu put a tomato red lipstick on her lips today. The color is quite dark and will stick a little.

She used her thumb a little harder, and it took a while to erase the red.