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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