*A scandal-ridden female star who has fallen from the altar x a rough man patrol captain stationed in the northwest
*I have written a lot, but I still plan to go to the Northwest again before I start.
Song Mei deliberately did not look at the swaying camel bell, because she could still remember that day when Qi Yan tied her hands and pressed them between the camel humps, without saying a word the whole time.
There was no water, and the two of them were terribly thirsty. Her nails dug into his muscles, and he was still holding her high heels in his hand.
She looked at this boundless desert with red eyes, the shadows of the sun were swaying, and the horizon was full of strange mirages.
"Where have we been?" She asked, her voice extremely hoarse.
Qi Yan grabbed her wrist, took out a cigarette and threw it on the sand: "Cigarette bag across the street."
But it's obviously not the case.
Song Mei opened her mouth, feeling that her throat was about to burst. She could only hold on to Qi Yan's shoulders, unable to tell whose sweat it was.
This man threw away her cigarette and gave her half the rest of her life.
"——So we walked there. When we got there, we dispersed."
(He + double unclean)
Concept: The human brain is the material organ of consciousness.
