hurt spring

He looked at Yan Ning again, and Yan Ning kissed him.

Di Qiu lowered his hands, inhaled and exhaled slowly, he was silent, and Yan Ning was also silent, he silently took the cigarette between Di Qiu's fingers, took a mouthful silently, and exhaled a puff of smoke silently .He said to Di Qiu through the smoke: "When I saw you for the first time in the hospital, I thought, what's the matter with this person, he is smiling, but his eyes seem to die at any time, what is it?" Who is Dong’s patient friend? When was he hospitalized? He must never come to see me. The doctor and his own patients, no way, I still think, no way, he is so beautiful, I can’t kiss him yet Just let him die."

Di Qiu laughed loudly: "Then can I die now?"

Yan Ning shrugged and pushed the kitchen window open. Di Qiu leaned forward and stretched out his hand.

The air was hot and humid, like soaked gauze, quickly wrapping his hands.airtight.

Di Qiu looked back at Yan Ning, not without excitement: "It's really summer!"