The gentle voice penetrates into people's hearts like water, like the autumn sunshine, bright and warm in the coolness.
Zhan Ying, who was peeking at this meeting, couldn't help but touch the monitor with his left hand and stroking it over and over through a layer of screen. It was all his greed and lovesickness, the motivation and obsession for him to persist in waking up every day. Every second of the time jumps were accumulated on his unbearable spirit and body. The possession of her became more and more crazy.
Youyou... The fair fingers touched the woman's body through the screen, and the red eyes trembled due to the strong suppression. He was like a dry land that had been depleted for a long time, like a withered plant that had lost all its nutrients. He cracked the deep traces of desire and spread to her. The greedy survivor root system stretched out with all its strength and plunged into the soil in her direction. He kissed her skin through the distance of the region, clamped on her body, and tried to wrap her into her body over and over again.
All the muscles were clamoring in pain. The man who had long since held back everyone to see her let go of the desire that made every cell of his cell bloom. He trembled in the wheelchair. Her name squeezed his trembling throat and turned into endless heat, scorching his uneven wounds.
Yang Youyou knew very well that she was not the material for being a saint. Even if she knew that anyone's pain was painful, she still hoped that the person who was hurt would not care about it.
Wu Xiaolei was going crazy. She had known for a long time that the little beast could not let someone in to see her, but she wanted to express her expression because she was about to be crazy here.
As a result, she didn't take the opportunity to vent her depression. Instead, she was scolded by the other party and received a lot of education.
A little beast is a little beast. So what if he has a name? Can he forget the way he used to be trampled under my feet and rolled it round and pinched it? Let me tell you, if he tortured me for one more day, it means he will never forget it... Haha... He can survive and he is lucky, but who knows how long he can last?
Women running wildly on the end of their journey no longer stick to their own personal designs. Anyway, they are already like this, so naturally they can stab the knife wherever they hurt.
There is no bitterness in life. Yang Youyou looked at Wu Xiaolei, but what she said was for everyone who was listening. The hardship was too great. Some people could digest it with their own strength, some people chose to eat some sweetness to cover it up, and some people directly pressed their tongue to induce vomiting. Your current existence is just the acid reflux after vomiting. It is a bit uncomfortable. Just drink a few more sips of water to rinse your mouth.
Zhan Ying held his breath and listened to Yang Youyou's voice coming from the microphone. At first, he was somewhat puzzled by what she wanted to see Wu Xiaolei. Now his doubts were solved. She was trying her best to dilute Wu Xiaolei's influence on him in a roundabout way. She was using her unique warmth to soothe his pain that had not healed for a long time.
Even though Wu Xiaolei's voice and language were filled with nausea that made him disgusted, because she was there, the words that should have made him feel uncomfortable were defeated by her words and turned into strange screams. It was just ridiculous to hear them.
Her three views and actions have always been so upright, and he has tried his best to hide these things to death. His dirty things are placed in front of her and waiting for her judgment.
She saw through him and guessed him. Everything she said was wrapped in a layer of soft cotton. She didn't say anything about his bad things. She was sticking to him in her way and whispering gently.
There are many ways to fight against external forces, and choosing the option that is best for you at that time is the inevitable result.
Yang Youyou continued to finish a sentence, just like what you said just now, your most proud moment is also the time when you are the most proud. I guess that the spirit that can make you proud should not last long, and then you will continue to be like a patient who is in a tragic life, crying, and awakening in a dream, and there is no cure to save you.
Wu Xiaolei relived the past life in her confident narrative of the woman opposite. Every scene she didn't want to recall was vivid in her mind, and every past that was unbearable to look back was engraved on her body. But looking at Yang Youyou's expression, she suddenly realized that there was a hint of metaphor in her words that made her creepy.
you
Yang Youyou interrupted her about to ask questions, don't use your barren mind to over-interpret those beauty that you are not worthy of. No one related to you is worth spending even half a second of your spirit. Your existence is to reflect all the virtues in this world.
Wu Xiaolei's heart beats rapidly by words, which is a kind of fear that comes from instinct to her.
She looked at Yang Youyou, her body that could not move freely was trembling because of fear. What do you want to do?
What did she want to do? Yang Youyou's expression that was always calm was a little unnatural. She wanted to bet once, she wanted to save others and herself, she wanted to end everything here.
This is not the first time Wu Xiaolei suddenly stood up at the moment of death. The first few times, Zhan Ying cut Shao Ze into her with pain, and she also played a mother who was hoarse for her child according to his "hope".
But at that time, the mother and son's feelings were fake, fear was real, she was very afraid that the sharp blades were cut on her body. She struggled desperately until she started to act crazy, but it was useless. I don't know where her performance had a flaw, so she did not avoid the new round of revenge that Zhan Ying started.
The first one to be removed by surgery was her right leg patella. When she woke up and found that she could no longer stand with one foot, she cursed wildly. It happened that she had become a distraught mother at that time. She simply vented all her emotions and continued to be depressed, wanting to lie on firewood and taste gall, hoping that as long as she could escape from here one day, she would definitely laugh to the end.
Then, she lost the fibula and all the toes on her right calf... In this dark and enduring waiting, this woman came
She guessed that she didn't guess the ending at first
Wu Xiaolei firmly believes that Zhan Ying cannot let her die easily. As long as she lives for one day, she will have one more hope of escaping. This is her dependence. Even if this woman named Yang Youyou has some advantage with her, she doesn't feel that she lost ugly. Her temporary compliment does not mean anything. But just now, she gave her a "death notice" casually.
Yang Youyou didn't say the word "death", but Wu Xiaolei clearly heard the death knives ringing suddenly
She didn't dare to say what she realized, for fear that the person who was watching them would get enlightenment, so she could only grit her teeth and scold her, you wouldn't die
I, one, must, save him, we should not see him again, I hope you will do your own thing
She did not make a sound in the first six words, but only had a lip shape. This was specifically said to Wu Xiaolei by Yang Youyou. The latter part is used to end today's meeting.
Zhan Ying, who was peeking at this meeting, couldn't help but touch the monitor with his left hand and stroking it over and over through a layer of screen. It was all his greed and lovesickness, the motivation and obsession for him to persist in waking up every day. Every second of the time jumps were accumulated on his unbearable spirit and body. The possession of her became more and more crazy.
Youyou... The fair fingers touched the woman's body through the screen, and the red eyes trembled due to the strong suppression. He was like a dry land that had been depleted for a long time, like a withered plant that had lost all its nutrients. He cracked the deep traces of desire and spread to her. The greedy survivor root system stretched out with all its strength and plunged into the soil in her direction. He kissed her skin through the distance of the region, clamped on her body, and tried to wrap her into her body over and over again.
All the muscles were clamoring in pain. The man who had long since held back everyone to see her let go of the desire that made every cell of his cell bloom. He trembled in the wheelchair. Her name squeezed his trembling throat and turned into endless heat, scorching his uneven wounds.
Yang Youyou knew very well that she was not the material for being a saint. Even if she knew that anyone's pain was painful, she still hoped that the person who was hurt would not care about it.
Wu Xiaolei was going crazy. She had known for a long time that the little beast could not let someone in to see her, but she wanted to express her expression because she was about to be crazy here.
As a result, she didn't take the opportunity to vent her depression. Instead, she was scolded by the other party and received a lot of education.
A little beast is a little beast. So what if he has a name? Can he forget the way he used to be trampled under my feet and rolled it round and pinched it? Let me tell you, if he tortured me for one more day, it means he will never forget it... Haha... He can survive and he is lucky, but who knows how long he can last?
Women running wildly on the end of their journey no longer stick to their own personal designs. Anyway, they are already like this, so naturally they can stab the knife wherever they hurt.
There is no bitterness in life. Yang Youyou looked at Wu Xiaolei, but what she said was for everyone who was listening. The hardship was too great. Some people could digest it with their own strength, some people chose to eat some sweetness to cover it up, and some people directly pressed their tongue to induce vomiting. Your current existence is just the acid reflux after vomiting. It is a bit uncomfortable. Just drink a few more sips of water to rinse your mouth.
Zhan Ying held his breath and listened to Yang Youyou's voice coming from the microphone. At first, he was somewhat puzzled by what she wanted to see Wu Xiaolei. Now his doubts were solved. She was trying her best to dilute Wu Xiaolei's influence on him in a roundabout way. She was using her unique warmth to soothe his pain that had not healed for a long time.
Even though Wu Xiaolei's voice and language were filled with nausea that made him disgusted, because she was there, the words that should have made him feel uncomfortable were defeated by her words and turned into strange screams. It was just ridiculous to hear them.
Her three views and actions have always been so upright, and he has tried his best to hide these things to death. His dirty things are placed in front of her and waiting for her judgment.
She saw through him and guessed him. Everything she said was wrapped in a layer of soft cotton. She didn't say anything about his bad things. She was sticking to him in her way and whispering gently.
There are many ways to fight against external forces, and choosing the option that is best for you at that time is the inevitable result.
Yang Youyou continued to finish a sentence, just like what you said just now, your most proud moment is also the time when you are the most proud. I guess that the spirit that can make you proud should not last long, and then you will continue to be like a patient who is in a tragic life, crying, and awakening in a dream, and there is no cure to save you.
Wu Xiaolei relived the past life in her confident narrative of the woman opposite. Every scene she didn't want to recall was vivid in her mind, and every past that was unbearable to look back was engraved on her body. But looking at Yang Youyou's expression, she suddenly realized that there was a hint of metaphor in her words that made her creepy.
you
Yang Youyou interrupted her about to ask questions, don't use your barren mind to over-interpret those beauty that you are not worthy of. No one related to you is worth spending even half a second of your spirit. Your existence is to reflect all the virtues in this world.
Wu Xiaolei's heart beats rapidly by words, which is a kind of fear that comes from instinct to her.
She looked at Yang Youyou, her body that could not move freely was trembling because of fear. What do you want to do?
What did she want to do? Yang Youyou's expression that was always calm was a little unnatural. She wanted to bet once, she wanted to save others and herself, she wanted to end everything here.
This is not the first time Wu Xiaolei suddenly stood up at the moment of death. The first few times, Zhan Ying cut Shao Ze into her with pain, and she also played a mother who was hoarse for her child according to his "hope".
But at that time, the mother and son's feelings were fake, fear was real, she was very afraid that the sharp blades were cut on her body. She struggled desperately until she started to act crazy, but it was useless. I don't know where her performance had a flaw, so she did not avoid the new round of revenge that Zhan Ying started.
The first one to be removed by surgery was her right leg patella. When she woke up and found that she could no longer stand with one foot, she cursed wildly. It happened that she had become a distraught mother at that time. She simply vented all her emotions and continued to be depressed, wanting to lie on firewood and taste gall, hoping that as long as she could escape from here one day, she would definitely laugh to the end.
Then, she lost the fibula and all the toes on her right calf... In this dark and enduring waiting, this woman came
She guessed that she didn't guess the ending at first
Wu Xiaolei firmly believes that Zhan Ying cannot let her die easily. As long as she lives for one day, she will have one more hope of escaping. This is her dependence. Even if this woman named Yang Youyou has some advantage with her, she doesn't feel that she lost ugly. Her temporary compliment does not mean anything. But just now, she gave her a "death notice" casually.
Yang Youyou didn't say the word "death", but Wu Xiaolei clearly heard the death knives ringing suddenly
She didn't dare to say what she realized, for fear that the person who was watching them would get enlightenment, so she could only grit her teeth and scold her, you wouldn't die
I, one, must, save him, we should not see him again, I hope you will do your own thing
She did not make a sound in the first six words, but only had a lip shape. This was specifically said to Wu Xiaolei by Yang Youyou. The latter part is used to end today's meeting.
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