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Red | Sleeves | Words | Feelings | Small | When the crimson curtains are opened, a large area of bright sunshine pierces and kisses the man's deep and three-dimensional clear face.
He frowned slightly, his long eyelids blinked, his black eyes opened, and he saw a cute guy standing in front of a large floor-to-ceiling glass window and laughing at him.
She only wore a knee-high light green men's shirt, which was almost transparent under the bright beam behind her.
When she saw him wake up, she smiled and turned slightly. Her shirt swayed with the morning breeze, and she could clearly see her exciting body curve.
Standing on the full, a small bump pricked his eye like a needle tip, and he quickly put aside his eyes, and his body could not help but feel annoyed and helpless when he was hot and dry quickly.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" He looked back at her, hoarse mouth, tone without blame, even showing a little spoil.
Bathed in the sun, my darling chuckled aloud, and his small, soft hands picked up the collar of his shirt and sniffed it between his nose. Then he gave him a look of innocence and said, "It smells like you."
Her smile is bright and brilliant, like a rotten blooming sun flower, which can burn people's eyes.
The little thing is angry.
He sighed softly in his mind.
Different from ordinary people's angry way, the more angry she is, the brighter she smiles.
Especially when angry with him, except ...