lost hearts

"Then let's get in touch on the line at night!" The chat with Fait was very lively, and they couldn't help but make an agreement to go out together at night, and agreed to contact each other before going out.

A very disgusted voice was deliberately suppressed and low, dragging a long tone, and insisted on inserting into the harmonious atmosphere of the two: "Hey...they obviously don't reply to messages at all, someone."

He was taken aback, turned his head, but was amused by the boy's face which deliberately elongated his face and tore the corners of his mouth to pieces. Krist burst out laughing, went over and hugged the man's shoulder comfortingly, and patted his shoulder lightly: "I have a reply, but you said you were going to bed at the end yesterday. I didn't continue to quarrel with you."

Seeing his dear brother Sing pouted his lower lip up to the sky, and rolled his eyes in a strange way, Krist almost couldn't resist the urge to rub his head, but thinking that he didn't like being messed with his hair, and Hardly endured it, just laughed non-stop.

A hand had already crept up to Krist's waist without knowing when.

It is a familiar temperature and size.

Looking down at the arc of that finger, and seeing that he was forcibly blocked from behind at some point, and standing on the other side would not hinder his movements at all, standing silently half a meter away from Fait, Krist finally couldn't hold back, He narrowed his eyes into crescent moons.