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Finally, Zhao Meng just gently helped Joe to re-cover the quilt back: "I am going to help you with dinner, you have a good rest."
Joan responded with a light voice.
Zhao Meng went out, the room was a bit horrible, and Joan could hear her breathing sounds. She lay down for a long time before she gently moved her body, curled up, and buried her head in the bedding, low and low. The call was made: "Lu Yannian."
Responding to her is a quiet room.
Joan’s eyes were oozing a tear, but the lips were slightly hooked.
I love you the most, I will always try to find you.
Maybe I can't see you in this life, but looking for you is the only thing that can connect me with you.
So, I will not give up.
Maybe one day we will really see you again. At that time, you and I were white and my teeth were falling off.
But, it doesn't matter, I am still looking for you.
You left with regret and despair, leaving courage and waiting to me.
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When Zhao Meng came back, Joan had already slept deeply. She didn't wake her up, just put the dinner in the incubator.
The simple room built by the filming is not as good as the hotel. There is no TV. Zhao Meng has always liked to sleep late. One person’s bed on another bed has been brushed for a long time. Finally, it’s really boring. The lights, closed eyes and sleep.
When Joan fell asleep in the middle of the night, she suddenly felt that someone was moving her quilt. She thought it was Zhao Meng. She closed her eyes and said, "Don't make trouble," then she reached out and patted her quilt. The hand, but feels the touch is rough, the knuckles are thick, not the delicate and soft hands of Zhao Meng, her sleepy moments are completely absent, and people suddenly open their eyes.
The darkness of the house, vaguely through the moonlight outside the window, Joe An can see a person covering his body, because the light is too dark, she can not see the person's appearance, but can be sure that it is a man.
Joan was instinctive and made a sigh of excitement. The man sat up from the bed at once: "Who are you?"
The man didn't seem to think that Joan would suddenly wake up. The hand that was trying to find something on her pillow suddenly paused, and then the person reached out with a panic and grabbed Joan's mouth. Put her whole person on the bedding.
Joan had only a short excuse, and then he could only make a very low hum.
The man's strength in accordance with her mouth was extraordinarily large, and Joan's nose was so unable to breathe. The instinct for help allowed Joan to reach out and grab his arm and use all his strength to get up.
The strength of Joan’s easy use was great. The man who was hurting snorted, and the strength of her mouth was slightly loosened. Joan’s voice immediately gave a cry for help, and wanted to wake up Zhao Meng, who was asleep. Just issued a "Zhao" word, the man's hand once again slammed on her face, then took a pillow under her head and slammed it on her head, forcefully Press down.The pillow was very soft, and it was so hard by the man that Joan was so boring that she couldn’t breathe at all. She struggled with her hand and suddenly struggled, and a dull noise came from her ear, and then she pressed her face. The strength on the road disappeared.
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