having fun

A long time later, when Tang Wule thought of this day, he still had a deep memory, probably the so-called nemesis.

At that time, a man and a woman who were still very young and also very weak were standing very close to each other. If there was no real murderous intent, this picture would indeed be ambiguous.

After watching it, girl Tintin was alive and kicking around and continued to harm the world. I knew that Tang Wule lost that confrontation. He lost so inexplicably that he didn't understand why he saved this stupid guy who was so stupid that he used his weapon and hurt himself instead. A stupid woman who is poisoned and hangs up fast.

During the stalemate, the crystal-clear water droplets slid across the face that in his heart was not as cute as his sister Xiaowan's, but was quite beautiful, hit his face, and finally slid into his mouth along the lip line, A little salty.

Those black eyes full of watery light were a little distracted at this moment, obviously the two were so close and so ambiguous, but there was no longer his shadow in her eyes, instead it was like looking through his body to nothingness.

The feeling of tightness in his hair was gone, and the woman who was pulling his hair let go, talking to herself in a trance.

"Cut! It's better to let Junior Brother Ye Fan be buried with you than to drag you to die for love. This girl shouldn't be afraid of pain and just drugged him..."

The woman who entered her own world ignored everything in front of her, and stumbled with some vain footsteps. It was obvious that she wanted to leave.

Tang Wule, who was equally dazed by the other party's tears, subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but only caught air.

The stumbling woman walked away persistently from her back, and Tang Wule, who came back to his senses for some reason, closed his hands and turned his head.

Then, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded in the quiet room. After a long while, the sullen Tang Wule turned his head and stared at the woman who had passed out on the ground. That face, which was not inferior to Ye Fan's, was slightly neutral and gentle. Bring out a strange expression.

It was a strange expression that combined anger, unwillingness, depression, disgust, and a hint of subtle concern.

"Bastard! I can't compare to that prodigal/slut Ye Fan at all!!!"