Wedding Pet (MTL)

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Listening so clearly is just like the questioning words with a little stuttering, Lin Xingqing's eyes are a bit unbelieving.

The kind of unbelief didn't even know that she was facing Fang Xia, or just herself.

After all, she has been in the state of self-identification or self-negation in the past few days.

But Fang Xia was different from her. When she never seemed to hesitate, as at any time, after listening to Lin Xingqing's words, Fang Xia buried between her legs slowly raised her head.

I do n’t know if I had been a little anxious before. The original regular hair was wiped off. Among the cold facial features, those eyes were deep at first, but when I looked at Lin Xingqing, I looked at the kind of With a blank but helpless look, those deep eyes softened at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Xing Qing, you ..."

In that sigh of helplessness and compromise, Fang Xia touched her broken hair randomly and kissed Lin Xingqing's lips in a semi-squat position.

Between the lips, Lin Xingqing's eyelashes quivered slightly, but he accepted the kiss with the utmost suppleness.

It's just that there is no fading color in those eyes, but there is a deeper trend.

"Fang Xia, you ... you ... you are saying you ..."

Just like the sudden loss of the ability to describe speech, Lin Xingqing, a very simple word, couldn't say it at all.

The strong and radiant look is so obvious, but at the moment it has an indescribable purity.

Pounding ~

Pounding ~

Fang Xia handed Lin Xingqing's broken hair for her familiar heart beating, and the urgency when she first rushed came back silently in the expression of Lin Xingqing.

And precisely because of this, that rare teasing heart came up, Fang Xiala stood up with Lin Xingqing, sat side by side at the dinner table, motioned to Lisao to serve, followed by orderly arrangement The steaming meals on the dinner table, Fang Xia's patient patience for Lin Xingqing sandwiched the pile of vegetables, chopsticks into his hands, seeing Lin Xingqing still looking at her, with a look of anticipation.

"I said we should eat."

With that kind of discourse falling, and with the flash of laughter in his eyes, Fang Xia was as graceful as usual, eating slowly.

As for Lin Xingqing, it seemed unbelievable, with a somewhat embarrassed look, making the food more sweet.

"Xing Qing, why don't you eat more, eat more, which you love to eat."

The serious and thoughtful words rang several times at the dinner table afterwards, and the response was all Lin Xingqing's silent and angry eyes.

That kind of look made Fang Xia's joy grow exponentially, so that when they walked for a while holding hands, feeling the silence on the side of Lin Xingqing who had been looking at her, that kind of joy finally arrived A vertex.

"Xing Qing."

"Ok?"

In the rich night, some flowers in the garden were thanked, and some flowers were blooming. While Lin Xingqing looked up at Fang Xia's quiet response room, as if he did not want to cover up at all, he let his face appear as if there were no dimples. , Fang Xia pushed Lin Xingqing forward. In the subtle sound of "Xisuo", there were petals falling down. Lin Xingqing leaned on the trunk that was not thick, long black hair scattered, and looked up slightly. The green leaves, and some finely crushed petals, fell along the black hair to the shoulder and the clavicle.