She said arrogantly: "Life is □, when you can't resist, you can only close your eyes and enjoy it.
He said angrily: "So? "
She winked and said: "So, just obey me," she said, lifting his chin: "I will make sure you eat well, drink well, and use good things, okay? "
"Not good" a certain man said coldly.
"Don't be too pushy, do you have to torture me like this? "She started yelling and slapping her eyes.
The afternoon wind trembles in midsummer, swaying the branches. The man standing under the sycamore tree was teased by the gust of wind, and his sharp eyebrows were indeed tinged with charm at this moment. Unfortunately, the girl with short hair just didn't notice it.
They were green and green, accompanied only by joy. Simplicity and innocence were just extravagant wishes.
When did "hate" start? It's not a gust of wind, it won't be blown away by the wind, it's poison. It's a life of drunkenness, drunkenness and wealth, fighting for fame and wealth, but feelings have become misty smoke, a mirage in the desert, and a paradise that people can't reach.