This look won't do.
Fingertips, troublingly scratched at Liu Hai.
This is about the promise he made in front of the elders.
She followed him closely, suddenly seeing him stop, she had to halt her steps, cautiously lifting her eyes, noticing a clear trace of trouble passed over his handsome profile, eyes secretly amazed: "Zi, Ziye?"
He gently placed the butter biscuit on the ground beside.
Under the old locust tree in the neighborhood courtyard, seeing no one passing around, very quiet.
Facing her, his massive figure gradually approached.
As her legs just stepped slightly to the side, he wrapped her in his arms.
"Ziye!" She breathlessly, opened her mouth, called his name.
Feeling her fear, though it's not the first time he's held her, how is she more afraid than before marriage. His hand went from her back collar to her back, as he touched, his palm was all sticky with sweat. This feeling, no doubt made him frown.
