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The main story is part 81

I see the golden earth, which was once a little puppy, but he already said he had a great deal of money. I wanted to raise it, but considering my current body, I can not even get up and I can not pick up more dogs. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the

When I saw him, he fervently raised his tail and I did not gently grind his plan of his weak stomach, piesitēju.

He does not forget this habit. He is very big, but he still climbs the sofa and sleeps on my belly. I smile a bit and force it to give me the sign of the hand telling him that I can not do it to him on my dumb head …

She passes her eyes with a scandal stuck at the couch, while the two front hands remain in my hand.

I generally knew that he could sleep with my belly as he caught it, it was introduced for him to be young. Then I also threw it. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the

Every evening, there was a night after dinner. Since my eyes are still, one rattan chair, stomach, dog, short pleasure and some patients in the beautiful scene seems to be almost visible. Then, it shines slowly through the light of the sun in yellow, before finally falling off the sale gap.

I open your eyes carefully, look at this simple room, I see a rattan chair similar to that of the French window, calmly in the corner in the lower part of the sun I am sitting.

Besides that, I did not use the blanket but also the book I read when I left.

So it looks exactly the same, but it’s the same chair, magazine, blanket in the past …

My heart is a little wolf, so I think it’s for everything you’re over Cansheng, memories of that point. But why do you choose this way of destruction?

I turn my head and see you even CanSheng looking at the corner when he has a bowl. His cold face shows a well-known love. His eyes are in the transformer, because they turn around the corner and tell the sun as if someone was there. As if her girlfriend sleeps there. The other person is soft and has a slightly long hair. They lie gently and calmly and they are placed on the belly golden gold. The lipid angle is very beautiful and CanSheng does not want anything to fascinate this smile …

This person explains to me that XiYan writes to me and me for me.

When I forget my apstulbināšanas, you are sitting before my bowl, Cansheng is already filled with steaming the white cup, he says: “In the hands of golden terror There was a man who held himself and laughed as a fool”

I listened to my mouth and shook the contents of the spoon. I tied and scratched his face.

When he says these words, my heart can not help, but he has pain. First of all, he still has the fact that Chou Xiao Zi came back in the past yesterday afternoon.

He destroys the liquid of the bowl and slowly says “I still love him a lot”.

I take the other spoon. I am very obedient and he is very kind as in the afternoon.

“But he is always very wonderful, I do not feel in my mind. I’m always afraid he will fall in sunlight or suddenly disappear from my world. I am very tired to live a life.”

The bowl is placed laterally, then I catch the body, but I always use it calmly.

His sad voice is “He does not love me, he does not love me, he does not love me at all …”

My eyes are slightly hurt because of sadness, helplessness, childish voice. I exclude my look and see the golden earth that jumped everywhere without knowing where the silence is sitting calm now. He grabbed his head turned and does not know what he thinks …

With my bright eyes I see two people, a pair of digital.

“Maybe he loves you.”

My heart and innocence I noticed now completely forgotten that I am now angry.

I will give him back, but the moment I did, pressed my body firmly. His eyes are a bit of blood, and it seems to be terrible to me. My shoulder presses hard and he asks me: “How do you know? Who am I? Do you know things between me and this person?”

Her brilliant eyebrows are joined together, the loose black eyes spark out slowly. At the moment he is almost a circle: “Do you know that this person is you?”

“You do not know anything, you’ll forget Je Kanchen …”

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Main Story Part 81

I look at the golden terrier who was once just a small dog, by now one could already say that he has a majestic presence. I had wanted to pick him up but given my current body, I can’t even get up, much less pick up a dog.

As I watch him continue to wag his tail excitedly, I gently pat my own weak, thin stomach that has no fat on it.

He hasn’t forgotten about this habit. He’s so big yet he still wants to climb up onto the sofa and lie on my stomach. I slightly smile and push his furry head to give him a hand sign as to tell him that he can’t do it…

His pair of teary eyes rashly become dumbfounded next to the sofa while his two front legs are still propped by my hands.

The habit of knowing that he can sleep on my tummy when I pat on it was put in place since he was young. I also spoilt him then.

Back then, every nap was after lunch. One rattan chair, a few pats to the stomach, a dog, a short nap, and a beautiful scene almost seems like it’s still before my eyes. It then slowly gets tinted yellow in the sunlight before finally breaking after a gush of wind.

I dully look at this simple room with my eyes open and I see a rattan chair that looks exactly like the one from before by the french window, silently sitting in the corner beneath the sun.

On top of it lies the book I was reading when I left, as well as the blanket I was using.

So it’s not something else that looks exactly the same, but rather it is the very chair, magazine, and blanket from before…

There’s a slight tug at my heart as I wonder if all this is because Ye CanSheng cherishes the memories from back then. But then why choose this method of destruction?

I turn my head around and see that Ye CanSheng is also looking at the corner as he holds a bowl. His cold face shows familiar affection. His eyes are in a trance as he stares at the sunlight in the corner as if there’s a person lying there. As if his lover is lying there. The other person has soft and slightly long hair. They’re peacefully sleeping with their hand restlessly placed on the ball of gold fur on his stomach. The corners of their lips are so beautiful Ye CanSheng wants nothing more than to captivate that smile…

That person is me, the me that XiYan describes me to be as well as the me that he describes me to be.

When I snap out of my daze, Ye CanSheng is already sitting next to me with a bowl full of steaming white congee and he says, “There used to be a person lying there holding a golden terrier in their arms and laughing like an idiot.”

I obediently open my mouth and gulp down the contents in the spoon. I reach out and touch the scar on his face.

When he says those words my heart can’t help but ache for him. In the end he’s still that Chou XiaoZi from that afternoon back in the old days.

He stirs the liquid in the bowl and slowly says, “I still love him very much.”

I take in one spoon after another. I’m very obedient and he’s really gentle, just like that afternoon.

“But he’s always so illusory. I don’t feel settled. I always worry that a day will come when he’ll disappear in the sunlight, or just disappear suddenly from my world. It’s so tiring to live like this.”

The bowl is placed to the side, at that moment he embraces my body but I’m silent throughout the whole thing.

His sad voice then rings out, “He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t love me. He doesn’t love me at all…”

My throat chokes, my eyes are slightly desolate from his sorrowful, helpless, and childish voice. I avert my gaze and see the golden terrier who was jumping around everywhere not knowing what quietness is now just silently sitting to the side. He has his head cocked sideways and I don’t know what he’s thinking…

In his glistening eyes, I see two people, a pair of figures.

“Perhaps he loves you.”

The heartache and absent mindedness I feel right now has made me totally forget that I’m a person who’s already mad.

I hug him back but the moment I do, he harshly pins down my body. His eyes that are slightly blood red look at me in a kind of malicious manner. My shoulders are tightly pressed down and he interrogates me, “How would you know?! Do you know who I am? Do you know the things between me and that person?”

His pretty eyebrows are knitted together, a pair of pitch black eyes slowly start to shine. The next moment, he’s almost roaring out, “Do you know that person is you!!”

“You don’t know anything. You forgot Ye CanSheng…”

He didn’t say I forgot him. He said, you forgot Ye CanSheng…

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