Late Tibet

The column "Rapid Palpitations" has been launched Pre-collection of "Low Kiss" please collect it Copywriting of this article: Xie Hengli, the son of the Xie family, is gentle and elegant, and has extraordinary talents. During the New Year's Eve dinner, I flew back from Los Angeles. Zhou Ti, on the other hand, was just an orphan fostered in Xie's family. She was sitting at the dinner table with a gentle and restrained attitude. No one knew, that night, in the dark room. The man lost his former gentleness, leaned forward and whispered softly, "Cry louder so that others can hear you, okay?" — Zhou Ti has had three boyfriends, the first two were not mentioned at all, and the third one is about to get married. Reflections of street lamps, blowing in the evening breeze. The girl's long hair was dancing, and the boy put his fingers on her shoulders. The color of the fog sinks, and the moonlight shines on the man's fine outline, lazy and dignified, with a touch of scarlet, bright and dark. Then it quickly disappeared into the moonlight, leaving only a scene of panic. Squeezing into a corner, he pressed forward step by step. Zhou Ti's eyes dodge, "I have a boyfriend." He smiled slowly and said, "It doesn't matter, I just care about you as an older brother." On the sofa, he coaxed and lied, "He is not suitable for you, only I am the most suitable for you." "Break up? Now." When she ran away, he held her hand. That day, Zhenghong's marriage certificate was thrust into her hand. "Sister, you should change your name to husband." End of Chapter 1 of Demining The copy was written in 2.8, Mainly based on the copy at the beginning of the article "Low Kiss" — The school band performed, and everyone's eyes were focused on Liang Yu, who was holding a microphone in the center of the stage. The classic leather jacket, inlaid with silver rivets, reveals uninhibitedness and wildness. There is no warmth at the end of the narrow eyes, but it is a presence that makes you blush just by looking at it. As soon as he hit the song, Ye Lai bumped into someone confessing to him. Passing by, I heard his casual tone, "Girlfriend, there really isn't one." Even their eyes didn't meet. In the evening, in the penthouse suite, ambiguous lights flickered. Liang Yu lightly closed the vivienne lighter, and the hot flames flickered. He stroked her chin, half-smiling, "Gather your strength, don't you want to kiss me?" "Don't you see more places than they do?" … Everyone knows that this young master of the Liang family has a cold nature. Life is so good that it is free from the control of desire and does not even need love. Ye Lai thinks so too. That's why she came to him in this unhealthy relationship. Each other plays the role of the other person's favorite, they are tools, but not partners. Until that day, it rained heavily. Her lower back was surrounded by him, and his warm breath floated on her ears. His strength was domineering, but his voice was tainted with a hint of vulnerability, "Don't leave." "Stay with me some more." [At the end of death, I am willing to lower my body and kiss you. Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance