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By Nan YinYin

690. Section 690 690 love of imprisonment (5)

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Some idea once in my heart came out, they got out of hand.

Such as by temptation, curious coincidence, she took it to his lips affixed man's lips.

She gently kissed him.

With a deep love, and a deep sense of pain, put aside all reason, despite their own presumptuous, not to ponder their own such a move is right or wrong.

However, even presumptuous, it was temporary. White millet leaves suppressed, forbear, afraid to let yourself sink deeper, just hang around for a while in a man lips, and he forced himself to pull away strong. However, when she pulled back to withdraw the men's long arm, suddenly out of the probe from the yard, holding her hand.

Her micro-shock.

He awake? !

She opened her eyes, bowed at him. He was not sober look, eyelids very hard to want their teeth together, but always in vain. Awareness is very vague, hand still holding her stubborn.

"Owl?" He heard her breathe.

Because of fever, his palm hot. Pale lips, flaring, seems to be mumbling whisper. White millet leaves leaned down, his lips affixed to the ear, listen carefully.

"Su Su ......"

She startled.

Heart pain. Heart, like a cracked the same.

It has long been returning soon ...... ......

She thought, in this life, they can not hear him call himself ......

"I'm in." She put the cup down, anti withhold his hand.

"...... Does it hurt?" He asked with a whisper, confusion.

"No pain, pain that is not ......" She shook her head, eyes floating slightest flushing. Whether shoulder injury, or pain in the fingers, at this moment, the moment will come to naught.

Owl half awake, the long arm of a football, suddenly she held him directly to go. White millet leaves fear of pressure to injuries on his body, a little thought for the next moment, opened the quilt and active into his yard, near his body heat. That let him smell like the taste of madness, he almost instinctively hold her in my arms.

Hold tight, as if exhausted all the strength, to lock her up in his side, carved into its own as the bone marrow.

White millet leaves a sour nose, eager for hands around his neck too, Qingnanzijin will face buried between his neck. Cold hearts for a long time, to this moment, seems to have the feeling that there is a hint of warmth.

Holding her, his breathing, and gradually becomes smooth up. Two people are like so sentimentally attached to each other, closer and closer, closer and closer ......

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That night, he slept, she slept deep.

More than 10 days, it seems that the first time the case. But, the next day, early in the morning, not a trace of light outside the window when she woke up. All night, but it is in fact slept less than four hours only.

He did not wake up.

Waist, his hands, still with a lot of effort to haunt her.

She touched his body, but also with his forehead posted his forehead, he is a normal body temperature is determined only relax.

Dazed on the bedside light, pillow in his arms she watched him for a long time, long time ......

She had to leave ......

Such spooned do not belong to clear them.

bitter,His hands carefully, slowly away from the waist. This feeling seems to be empty, so he felt quite unpleasant, originally a stretch of eyebrows, but because of her and pulled tightly Zhou Zhao. White millet leaves afraid he woke up, grabbed a pillow to let him in her arms. Sure, he looked This gradually calmed down again.

He looked at this, her lips Young shallow smile.

Stand down from the bed. Lile hair, body into the bathroom to change his pajamas down again put her through the set of pajamas last night, the light step out of the room.

With a door, a room remaining calm ......

Tang and Song has been linked to heart his case, he did not dare sleep deeply. At the moment, he yawned, wearing pajamas out from the room. Two people in the corridor called overlay.

"Early." White millet leaves and greeted him.

"How he kind of situation?"

"Okay. Later, after sleep, and fever on the evening I gave him pull the needle."

"That's good." Tang and Song lazy yawn, as well as redness of seeing her eyes, "You did not sleep a night?"

"...... sleep for a while."

"Now he stabilized the situation now, would you rush to break it. I later people over to your dressing."

"Good. Thank you." White millet leaves nodded and left.

Back to the auxiliary building, the first time is to open the window to see the opposite.

Tang and Song into his room. He still has not wake up. Tang and Song simply see a lot, in turn went out. It looks like everything is good.

White millet leaves hanging in the heart put down, he yawned, re-lay back in bed, asleep.

For a long time, my mind all night owl phrase 'hurts' ......

In fact, she also want to want to ask him: those hurt Owl, a decade ago ...... now is not it still has pain? So what can no longer pain?

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9:00.

Owl woke up.

Opened his eyes, the first time is something groping arms. See pillow, cold eyes, frown, throw pillows go up, throw far.

Tang and Song came in, his actions caught behind.

"Early in the morning, you Naoqi temper and pillows which came?" Tang and Song celibacy come in, pick up a pillow and threw it on the side of the sofa.

Owl glanced at him, did not speak.

Then, the cold gaze fell out the window.

"See what?" Tang and Song dynasties followed his eyes also look at the past, then, pick lip, "to see white millet leaves opposite?"

"Tang and Song dynasties, early in the morning, you'd better not mess with me." Owl eyes withdraw.

"She lived between that house." Tang and Song with chin ratio than the opposite, "You look out the window, not just to see her?"

Owl slightly stunned moment, and re-invested in the line of sight out the window. This time, really look at that window.

But, in the window, there is no shadow.

"Last night a night to take care of you, not how to sleep, should now also make sense." Tang and Song dynasties while talking, while some simple instrument taken out of the box.

Owl stare at him, "No one here yet, you just let her stay in my room!"

"You two do not like to fight? Now two people have suffered gunshot wounds, to really fight it, should not you die that I die a.I thought maybe the two of you can play out a drama, the result, the two of you are really disappoint me. No, it should be said that she disappoint me. "Tang and Song look at him," are you hurt her like that, last night, you did not take the opportunity to retaliate, but also take care of you all night, you say, is not too boring. "

Owl cross him.

A long while, sullenly did not speak, do not know what to think.

Tang and Song dynasties gave him an examination, after a while, only to hear him whispering, suddenly opening: "? Hand, how it is."

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