Kiss The Little Rose (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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At this moment, Ji Mingzhu once again sighed the profoundness of Chinese culture.

The meaning of the same sentence when used in different contexts is very different.

She looked down at the carpet extending inward in the room, and her and Jiang Ji's suitcases had been brought up by the hotel butler.

Ji Mingzhu almost wiped Jiang Ji's shoulders, and when he passed by him halfway, she was deliberately stunned.

However, the two people's body pressure roots are not equal, Ji Mingzhu shoulders to his chest, after landing, like spray painting on an art wall, strokes from left to right.

This kind of strength is neither light nor heavy, and it is just right.

When Ji Mingzhu was in the lobby of the hotel, she took off her coat. The hotel was warm and constant. From the elevator side to the corridor, she couldn't feel the coldness at all.

Jiang Ji didn't wear much, so the two had just touched, only two layers of light clothes were separated.

Vaguely, Ji Mingzhu could feel the warmth on his chest, permeating it slowly.

Jiang Ji didn't mean to care about it either, just slightly turned his shoulders away, and gave her a very gentlemanly, before covering his hands and closing the door, making a dull sound.

Ji Mingzhu slowly walked in step by step.

She threw her satchel casually on the soft collapse of the small living room, and sat on it closely.

Although she got off the car for a while when she passed the gas station this morning, and it was an activity for the time being, it was a four or five-hour drive, which was not a joke at all.

The seat was soft again, and Ji Mingzhu had been sitting for a long time, only to feel the soreness in her legs. From the hall to here, her footsteps seemed to be suspended in the air, and she couldn't slow down.

And now that she could finally lie down, she naturally returned to the same attitude as at home, thinking about relaxing.

Ji Mingzhu leaned against it lazily with her legs and waist softened.

There was only a rustling sound behind him, it should be Jiang Ji fiddled with the suitcase.

She stroked her long curly hair and turned to look at him.

He didn't speak, just as if he was quite satisfied with today, and hummed a little tune gently.

The girl's voice finally arrived at the destination with a little bit, relieved and relieved, in a state of complete relaxation.

Ji Mingzhu's voice is naturally slightly raised, clear and soft with a little girl's characteristic. When speaking slowly, it seems to be acting like a coquettish. When speaking quickly, it is arrogant and not annoying. On the contrary, it is a completely painful type.

Stunning and listening.

This good voice, when he was in high school, he played the most incisively and vividly.

At that time, she performed a piano solo and solo at the school celebration. The music was fluctuating, and the curtains that rolled over reflected youthful vigor. The heat wave in summer was on the cusp, and the roof of the entire auditorium was almost to be overturned by the audience.

The only daughter of Chengnan Ji's family, but she is a teenager, and she can look forward to the bright and beautiful future, and she has a lot of scenery for a while.