Feng Qing

Chapter 57

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The school anniversary of that year.

He nodded. Ever since she said she wanted to dance, he had been smiling, with a smile in his eyes, as bright as stars.

He chuckled and said, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a healthy body."

"Shall we continue?" Zhao Fengqing glanced at his shoulder, still unable to help but show concern, "Do you want to treat the injury on your shoulder?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

She got annoyed and turned to leave.

If it weren't for that night with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing's performance would have been much more feminine because she wanted to show him her charm.

There was a tooth mark on his shoulder, oozing blood.

But he held him back.

Jiang Jing turned on the headlights.

Zhao Fengqing rolled her eyes, "I'm so scared." She really admired the imagination and acting skills of today's girls, as if they had been attacked by ghosts.

He kissed her left earlobe all over, and she cried out that it was itchy. In a daze, she reached out to touch his face, but he held her fingertips and bit them gently.

Before that night, Zhao Fengqing had imagined dancing solo for Jiang Jing countless times.

"Zhao Fengqing?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jing took her cigarette away, broke it and put it aside, and said coldly: "Please treat me like a cigarette."

Zhao Fengqing was wearing a floral pajamas, which was out of place in the atmosphere of the striptease. Moreover, her deliberate seduction was not as good as her daily smiles and frowns.

She had thought of the music long ago.

The boy was silent, looking gloomy.

Zhao Fengqing ignored him and continued to run half a circle. Then she put on her glasses and turned to look towards the grove.

He chuckled and said, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a healthy body."

Zhao Fengqing curled up naked on his chest like a kitten. She even rubbed her legs against him.

She had seen many handsome men, but only this man made her happy from his eyebrows, eyes, nose to lips. He was simply created by God according to her aesthetic taste.

Girls' naked.

"I don't know." Her mind was in a mess, but the pain had indeed subsided. The voices of the young Jiang Jin and the adult Jiang Jin intertwined.

Zhao Fengqing ran to his side, "Who are you?"

"Shall we continue?" Zhao Fengqing glanced at his shoulder, still unable to help but show concern, "Do you want to treat the injury on your shoulder?"

Her love for Jiang Jing was so naked and straightforward. She would just laugh it off if anyone told her it was not worth it.

She closed her eyes tightly. In the darkness, she could hear the voice of the boy from before, and now Jiang Jing.

The boy was silent, looking gloomy.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

There was a tooth mark on his shoulder, oozing blood.

Zhao Fengqing used to think that Yuan Zao was not worthy of Jiang Fuli, but Jiang Fuli still missed him.

Nowadays, it is convenient to listen to music online.

She closed her eyes tightly. In the darkness, she could hear the voice of the boy from before, and now Jiang Jing.

She saw it clearly in the moonlight. She scolded: "You are as scary as a ghost. Who dares to bully you?"

The so-called love and hate only have a butterfly effect on the parties involved. If it can be measured by simple gains and losses, it is called science, not emotion.

He cried out in pain.

She didn't think about it in detail.

Then, he disappeared.

Therefore, the eighteen-year-old Zhao Fengqing was willing to sacrifice her youth for the nineteen-year-old Jiang Jing. She would even cherish this memory for many years to come.

He chuckled and said, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a healthy body."

Without opening her eyes, she opened her mouth and bit him. She bit him right on the shoulder. She bit him hard. He was the bad guy. She liked his cool and elegant personality, but he turned out to be unpredictable and weird. She didn't like bad boys, but he got into a fight and ended up in jail.

He kissed her left earlobe all over, and she cried out that it was itchy. In a daze, she reached out to touch his face, but he held her fingertips and bit them gently.

Her underwear was scattered on the coffee table.

The school anniversary of that year.

She seemed to feel that he was looking straight at her.

He kissed her left earlobe all over, and she cried out that it was itchy. In a daze, she reached out to touch his face, but he held her fingertips and bit them gently.

She forced a smile, "Mr. Jiang." They woke up in the same bed this morning, so why were they pretending

Now she is thirty-one years old.

When Jiang Jing heard her words, he immediately lifted the quilt and turned over to press on her. "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

"Uncle." He said expressionlessly, "Smoke less, it stinks."

She called Jiang Jing.

It hurts so much.

Zhao Fengqing turned and looked at him.

The girls group disbanded a long time ago.

Zhao Fengqing remembered that the day after being chased by the dean, she continued to practice running. Inadvertently, she glanced at the grove and was stunned.

None of the girls could explain it, they just said it was a long time ago, and the ghost was chased by the teacher. The unofficial history collected various stories from A Middle School over the past ten years. The reason why I mentioned this ghost recently was because of the sports meeting.

She seemed to feel that he was looking straight at her.

She had met this ghost more than once. She had also mentioned Tao Huihui to him, including the blood letter.

He kissed her left earlobe all over, and she cried out that it was itchy. In a daze, she reached out to touch his face, but he held her fingertips and bit them gently.

Jiang Jing turned on the headlights.

But she has kept the concert CD of that year carefully at home.

Zhao Fengqing was halfway through his dance when he was picked up by the waist.

Zhao Fengqing: “…”

Some say that the ghost is looking for prey, and beautiful girls are his prey.

Nowadays, it is convenient to listen to music online.

She later asked, when did the ghosts start to appear in A

She had seen many handsome men, but only this man made her happy from his eyebrows, eyes, nose to lips. He was simply created by God according to her aesthetic taste.

"I don't know." Her mind was in a mess, but the pain had indeed subsided. The voices of the young Jiang Jin and the adult Jiang Jin intertwined.

But at a certain moment when she was moving the books, she suddenly had an idea.

Zhao Fengqing couldn't resist his strength: "What are you doing?"

At this point, several girls screamed, "It's so scary!"

He was in the audience, listening to the thunderous applause and watching her curved her bright red lips in a disdainful smile.

Zhao Fengqing found a song and showed it to Jiang Jing. "Does it fit the situation?"

"The handsome boy in the grove." Jiang Jing repeated her words.

His eyes, which were lighter than those of ordinary people, were now as deep as the sea.

He said it was his fault before.

Jiang Jing pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.

He cried out in pain.

He nodded. Ever since she said she wanted to dance, he had been smiling, with a smile in his eyes, as bright as stars.

The so-called love and hate only have a butterfly effect on the parties involved. If it can be measured by simple gains and losses, it is called science, not emotion.

She used the fingertips that he was holding in his mouth to hook his tongue.

Zhao Fengqing ignored him and continued to run half a circle. Then she put on her glasses and turned to look towards the grove.

"Uncle." He said expressionlessly, "Smoke less, it stinks."

She laughed along and stood in the middle of the living room.

"If you want to do it, just do it." She was the first to start the striptease, and she was also the one who interrupted it. She felt a little guilty, especially because the iron-like thing was always sticking to her.

But he held him back.

She had seen many handsome men, but only this man made her happy from his eyebrows, eyes, nose to lips. He was simply created by God according to her aesthetic taste.

Jiang Jing turned on the headlights.

"I don't know." Her mind was in a mess, but the pain had indeed subsided. The voices of the young Jiang Jin and the adult Jiang Jin intertwined.

Men are really miserable. If they have a short time, they need to take medicine. If they take medicine but cannot ejaculate for a long time, it will also harm their health.

Her figure traveled through time and returned to the age of eighteen.

Zhao Fengqing was wearing a floral pajamas, which was out of place in the atmosphere of the striptease. Moreover, her deliberate seduction was not as good as her daily smiles and frowns.

She saw it clearly in the moonlight. She scolded: "You are as scary as a ghost. Who dares to bully you?"

Jiang Jing pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.

Seeing her fearless look, he smiled softly, "Zhao Fengqing, I will treat you well."

But, it's beautiful.

She makes no apologies for it.

"I'm not in the way." Jiang Jing didn't care about this kind of injury at all. He stroked her hair and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Zhao Fengqing?"

She bit harder. If an apology would work, what would the police do

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

He cried out in pain.

Her figure traveled through time and returned to the age of eighteen.

He nodded. Ever since she said she wanted to dance, he had been smiling, with a smile in his eyes, as bright as stars.

So Zhao Fengqing loosened his grip and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

The so-called love and hate only have a butterfly effect on the parties involved. If it can be measured by simple gains and losses, it is called science, not emotion.

Zhao Fengqing used to think that Yuan Zao was not worthy of Jiang Fuli, but Jiang Fuli still missed him.

"Don't move." Jiang Jing patted her buttocks through the quilt.

It hurts so much. Not only her body hurts, but her heart hurts too. The words her beloved boy said will keep echoing in her ears.

He was in the audience, listening to the thunderous applause and watching her curved her bright red lips in a disdainful smile.

Jiang Jing didn't answer, but kissed her cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

There was a tooth mark on his shoulder, oozing blood.

He held her in his arms and whispered softly in her ear.

"… "

Jiang Jing locked this person deep in his memory. When the lock was broken, the tide of emotions that hit him was like a tsunami.

She saw it clearly in the moonlight. She scolded: "You are as scary as a ghost. Who dares to bully you?"

The so-called love and hate only have a butterfly effect on the parties involved. If it can be measured by simple gains and losses, it is called science, not emotion.

"You rarely call me." It can be heard that he is in a good mood.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

But she still stayed close to him.

Zhao Fengqing was halfway through his dance when he was picked up by the waist.

"I don't know." Her mind was in a mess, but the pain had indeed subsided. The voices of the young Jiang Jin and the adult Jiang Jin intertwined.

He nodded. Ever since she said she wanted to dance, he had been smiling, with a smile in his eyes, as bright as stars.

Zhao Fengqing kissed him on the face and asked, "Does it stink?"

Jiang Jing didn't answer, but kissed her cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

"I think it is."

She exclaimed.

Zhao Fengqing turned and looked at him.

"Don't move." Jiang Jing patted her buttocks through the quilt.

The strange boy sat on a low branch in the grove, wearing a loose black coat that blended in with the shadows of the trees. His mask was still horribly pale.

She sensed something hot and asked, "Your ten seconds aren't up yet?"

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

Her underwear was scattered on the coffee table.

Therefore, the eighteen-year-old Zhao Fengqing was willing to sacrifice her youth for the nineteen-year-old Jiang Jing. She would even cherish this memory for many years to come.

There was only her and him on the huge track. His ghostly appearance made her unable to continue training.

He chuckled and said, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a healthy body."

"What do you think?"

Jiang Jing didn't answer, but kissed her cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

He continued: "I am ugly."

She pressed on: "Do you remember the wild history of A that I told you about?"

He lowered his head and said, "It's a lie."

She seemed to feel that he was looking straight at her.

She bit harder. If an apology would work, what would the police do

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

Zhao Fengqing: “…”

The strange boy said nothing. After listening to her lame consolation, he stood up, turned around and ran into the woods.

Zhao Fengqing sat down on a low branch and looked at the full moon. He was really handsome when he climbed over the wall. And the mask looked pretty handsome after looking at it for a long time. So, she thought he was a handsome guy. "The most important thing is the beauty of the soul."

The strange boy sat on a low branch in the grove, wearing a loose black coat that blended in with the shadows of the trees. His mask was still horribly pale.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

It hurts so much. Not only her body hurts, but her heart hurts too. The words her beloved boy said will keep echoing in her ears.

"… "

Her underwear was scattered on the coffee table.

He looked at her steadily, "Then do you want to do it?"

Jiang Jing turned on the headlights.

Jiang Jing pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.

But he held him back.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Uncle." He said expressionlessly, "Smoke less, it stinks."

That day, when Jiang Jing kissed her neck, she began to feel pain again.

The girls group disbanded a long time ago.

But at a certain moment when she was moving the books, she suddenly had an idea.

He kissed her left earlobe all over, and she cried out that it was itchy. In a daze, she reached out to touch his face, but he held her fingertips and bit them gently.

She used the fingertips that he was holding in his mouth to hook his tongue.

"What medicine?" Zhao Fengqing looked up at him, "Is it safe? Are there any side effects?"

"The doctor said it's OK," he said calmly, "I'll show you the medicine box tomorrow."

She smiled and kissed him.

Zhao Fengqing turned and looked at him.

She briefly told the boy about Tao Huihui and gave him some encouragement.

Girls' naked.

Zhao Fengqing remembered that the day after being chased by the dean, she continued to practice running. Inadvertently, she glanced at the grove and was stunned.

Zhao Fengqing ran to his side, "Who are you?"

She didn't think about it in detail.

His eyes, which were lighter than those of ordinary people, were now as deep as the sea.

Zhao Fengqing couldn't resist his strength: "What are you doing?"

There was only her and him on the huge track. His ghostly appearance made her unable to continue training.

Zhao Fengqing turned and looked at him.

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

Zhao Fengqing found a song and showed it to Jiang Jing. "Does it fit the situation?"

She had seen many handsome men, but only this man made her happy from his eyebrows, eyes, nose to lips. He was simply created by God according to her aesthetic taste.

She forced a smile, "Mr. Jiang." They woke up in the same bed this morning, so why were they pretending

She later asked, when did the ghosts start to appear in A

When she blew smoke rings at Jiang Jing, she lifted his chin and said rudely, "Come on, call me uncle."

She used the fingertips that he was holding in his mouth to hook his tongue.

But, it's beautiful.

Zhao Fengqing rolled her eyes, "I'm so scared." She really admired the imagination and acting skills of today's girls, as if they had been attacked by ghosts.

"The handsome boy in the grove." Jiang Jing repeated her words.

But she still stayed close to him.

"I'm not in the way." Jiang Jing didn't care about this kind of injury at all. He stroked her hair and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He chuckled and said, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a healthy body."

He sucked her finger and asked, "Does it hurt?"

If it weren't for that night with Jiang Jing, Zhao Fengqing's performance would have been much more feminine because she wanted to show him her charm.

This time, the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

She had met this ghost more than once. She had also mentioned Tao Huihui to him, including the blood letter.

…

It hurts so much. Not only her body hurts, but her heart hurts too. The words her beloved boy said will keep echoing in her ears.

Zhao Fengqing was halfway through his dance when he was picked up by the waist.

Zhao Fengqing shook his head, rubbed his nose, and called out with a low laugh, "Student Jiang, have you been seduced by me?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jing took her cigarette away, broke it and put it aside, and said coldly: "Please treat me like a cigarette."

His eyes, which were lighter than those of ordinary people, were now as deep as the sea.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

But, it's beautiful.

She seemed to feel that he was looking straight at her.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

She bit harder. If an apology would work, what would the police do

Some say that the ghost is looking for prey, and beautiful girls are his prey.

Zhao Fengqing understood it all at once. There were many such things on campus. Those with poor grades, bad looks, or weak personalities were all bullied. Most people said that society was realistic, but in fact, the class structure of the school was the same.

She seemed to feel that he was looking straight at her.

He was in the audience, listening to the thunderous applause and watching her curved her bright red lips in a disdainful smile.

Zhao Fengqing ran to his side, "Who are you?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jing said calmly, "So you have to be good."

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

(I was forced into stream of consciousness by Jinjiang. Many people couldn't understand this article in the first place, and now even the sex scenes may be difficult to understand...)

"The doctor said it's OK," he said calmly, "I'll show you the medicine box tomorrow."

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

This time, the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

But at a certain moment when she was moving the books, she suddenly had an idea.

In the past, when Zhao Fengqing heard descriptions of the beauty of sex and love, she didn't know where the beauty and wonder lay.

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

…

Before that night, Zhao Fengqing had imagined dancing solo for Jiang Jing countless times.

She makes no apologies for it.

It hurts so much. Not only her body hurts, but her heart hurts too. The words her beloved boy said will keep echoing in her ears.

Zhao Fengqing kissed him on the face and asked, "Does it stink?"

Zhao Fengqing curled up naked on his chest like a kitten. She even rubbed her legs against him.

It hurts so much.

Zhao Fengqing used to think that Yuan Zao was not worthy of Jiang Fuli, but Jiang Fuli still missed him.

Her figure traveled through time and returned to the age of eighteen.

Now she is thirty-one years old.

(I was forced into stream of consciousness by Jinjiang. Many people couldn't understand this article in the first place, and now even the sex scenes may be difficult to understand...)

"Yeah." Jiang Jing said calmly, "So you have to be good."

He was in the audience, listening to the thunderous applause and watching her curved her bright red lips in a disdainful smile.

"The doctor said it's OK," he said calmly, "I'll show you the medicine box tomorrow."

That day, when Jiang Jing kissed her neck, she began to feel pain again.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

She forced a smile, "Mr. Jiang." They woke up in the same bed this morning, so why were they pretending

Zhao Fengqing suddenly screamed. She had never known how Jiang Jing knew how much Tao Huihui meant to her.

Zhao Fengqing rolled her eyes, "I'm so scared." She really admired the imagination and acting skills of today's girls, as if they had been attacked by ghosts.

He nodded. Ever since she said she wanted to dance, he had been smiling, with a smile in his eyes, as bright as stars.

She forced a smile, "Mr. Jiang." They woke up in the same bed this morning, so why were they pretending

The strange boy said nothing. After listening to her lame consolation, he stood up, turned around and ran into the woods.

He cried out in pain.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing took her cigarette away, broke it and put it aside, and said coldly: "Please treat me like a cigarette."

"Shall we continue?" Zhao Fengqing glanced at his shoulder, still unable to help but show concern, "Do you want to treat the injury on your shoulder?"

So Zhao Fengqing loosened his grip and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

She called Jiang Jing.

His eyes, which were lighter than those of ordinary people, were now as deep as the sea.

She closed her eyes tightly. In the darkness, she could hear the voice of the boy from before, and now Jiang Jing.

This night was the first time Zhao Fengqing enjoyed sex. She was so happy that she lit a cigarette as a souvenir.

He said it was his fault before.

He deserves it.

Girls' naked.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing took her cigarette away, broke it and put it aside, and said coldly: "Please treat me like a cigarette."

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

He lowered his head and said, "It's a lie."

He held her in his arms and whispered softly in her ear.

He sucked her finger and asked, "Does it hurt?"

When Jiang Jing heard her words, he immediately lifted the quilt and turned over to press on her. "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Her love for Jiang Jing was so naked and straightforward. She would just laugh it off if anyone told her it was not worth it.

He said it was his fault before.

Zhao Fengqing remembered that the day after being chased by the dean, she continued to practice running. Inadvertently, she glanced at the grove and was stunned.

She didn't think about it in detail.

(I was forced into stream of consciousness by Jinjiang. Many people couldn't understand this article in the first place, and now even the sex scenes may be difficult to understand...)

He held her in his arms and whispered softly in her ear.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

"Shall we continue?" Zhao Fengqing glanced at his shoulder, still unable to help but show concern, "Do you want to treat the injury on your shoulder?"

She called Jiang Jing.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

"Don't move." Jiang Jing patted her buttocks through the quilt.

Nowadays, it is convenient to listen to music online.

He said he would treat her well in the future.

He looked at her steadily, "Then do you want to do it?"

There was a tooth mark on his shoulder, oozing blood.

She bit harder. If an apology would work, what would the police do

But at a certain moment when she was moving the books, she suddenly had an idea.

The strange boy's mask was facing her direction.

She got annoyed and turned to leave.

He continued: "I am ugly."

The so-called love and hate only have a butterfly effect on the parties involved. If it can be measured by simple gains and losses, it is called science, not emotion.

She shook her head. "It doesn't hurt now."

This time, the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

"Shall we continue?" Zhao Fengqing glanced at his shoulder, still unable to help but show concern, "Do you want to treat the injury on your shoulder?"

"I think it is."

So Zhao Fengqing loosened his grip and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

The school anniversary of that year.

Jiang Jing didn't answer, but kissed her cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

Some say that the ghost is looking for prey, and beautiful girls are his prey.

She makes no apologies for it.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing said calmly, "So you have to be good."

He lowered his head and said, "It's a lie."

"I don't know." Her mind was in a mess, but the pain had indeed subsided. The voices of the young Jiang Jin and the adult Jiang Jin intertwined.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

"The doctor said it's OK," he said calmly, "I'll show you the medicine box tomorrow."

Now she is thirty-one years old.

"I don't know." Her mind was in a mess, but the pain had indeed subsided. The voices of the young Jiang Jin and the adult Jiang Jin intertwined.

He was in the audience, listening to the thunderous applause and watching her curved her bright red lips in a disdainful smile.

Zhao Fengqing asked seriously, "Is it you?"

Jiang Jing pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.

When Jiang Jing heard her words, he immediately lifted the quilt and turned over to press on her. "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

He chuckled and said, "Early to bed, early to rise makes a healthy body."

He pulled the quilt over them both, then hugged her tightly, "Go to sleep."

At this point, several girls screamed, "It's so scary!"

Her figure traveled through time and returned to the age of eighteen.

She got annoyed and turned to leave.

The boy was silent, looking gloomy.

He deserves it.

Jiang Jing turned on the headlights.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

(I was forced into stream of consciousness by Jinjiang. Many people couldn't understand this article in the first place, and now even the sex scenes may be difficult to understand...)

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"The doctor said it's OK," he said calmly, "I'll show you the medicine box tomorrow."

"You rarely call me." It can be heard that he is in a good mood.

As the A Middle School sports meet draws closer, the girls discuss more versions of unofficial history.

She saw it clearly in the moonlight. She scolded: "You are as scary as a ghost. Who dares to bully you?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jing took her cigarette away, broke it and put it aside, and said coldly: "Please treat me like a cigarette."

"I think it is."

"Yeah." Jiang Jing said calmly, "So you have to be good."

Zhao Fengqing turned and looked at him.

There was a tooth mark on his shoulder, oozing blood.

She laughed along and stood in the middle of the living room.

The strange boy sat on a low branch in the grove, wearing a loose black coat that blended in with the shadows of the trees. His mask was still horribly pale.

She saw it clearly in the moonlight. She scolded: "You are as scary as a ghost. Who dares to bully you?"

She makes no apologies for it.

"The handsome boy in the grove." Jiang Jing repeated her words.

She had met this ghost more than once. She had also mentioned Tao Huihui to him, including the blood letter.

Before that night, Zhao Fengqing had imagined dancing solo for Jiang Jing countless times.

But she still stayed close to him.

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

She sensed something hot and asked, "Your ten seconds aren't up yet?"

He deserves it.

She had met this ghost more than once. She had also mentioned Tao Huihui to him, including the blood letter.

Nowadays, it is convenient to listen to music online.

"Yeah." Jiang Jing was obsessed with the enchantment between her brows, "I'm totally obsessed with her."

Zhao Fengqing turned and looked at him.

When she blew smoke rings at Jiang Jing, she lifted his chin and said rudely, "Come on, call me uncle."

Some said that the ghost was injured and came out to heal on the full moon day.

But she still stayed close to him.

When Jiang Jing heard her words, he immediately lifted the quilt and turned over to press on her. "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

It hurts so much.

Zhao Fengqing ignored him and continued to run half a circle. Then she put on her glasses and turned to look towards the grove.

Zhao Fengqing was halfway through his dance when he was picked up by the waist.

She makes no apologies for it.

Zhao Fengqing curled up naked on his chest like a kitten. She even rubbed her legs against him.

The boy was silent, looking gloomy.

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

…

But he held him back.

"What do you think?"

When she blew smoke rings at Jiang Jing, she lifted his chin and said rudely, "Come on, call me uncle."

"Yeah." Jiang Jing took her cigarette away, broke it and put it aside, and said coldly: "Please treat me like a cigarette."

"Don't move." Jiang Jing patted her buttocks through the quilt.

This time, the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

She later asked, when did the ghosts start to appear in A

The boy was silent, looking gloomy.

She shook her head. "It doesn't hurt now."

Her love for Jiang Jing was so naked and straightforward. She would just laugh it off if anyone told her it was not worth it.

She sensed something hot and asked, "Your ten seconds aren't up yet?"

He kissed her left earlobe all over, and she cried out that it was itchy. In a daze, she reached out to touch his face, but he held her fingertips and bit them gently.

There was only her and him on the huge track. His ghostly appearance made her unable to continue training.

Zhao Fengqing kissed him on the face and asked, "Does it stink?"

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

It hurts so much.

She had thought of the music long ago.

He lowered his head and said, "It's a lie."

"I recently took a new medicine that can extend the time a lot." He lied easily.

The so-called love and hate only have a butterfly effect on the parties involved. If it can be measured by simple gains and losses, it is called science, not emotion.

It hurts so much.

Nowadays, it is convenient to listen to music online.

Her floral pajamas were thrown by him in the living room.

"Zhao Fengqing?"

Jiang Jing locked this person deep in his memory. When the lock was broken, the tide of emotions that hit him was like a tsunami.

"What medicine?" Zhao Fengqing looked up at him, "Is it safe? Are there any side effects?"

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

The strange boy sat on a low branch in the grove, wearing a loose black coat that blended in with the shadows of the trees. His mask was still horribly pale.

"The doctor said it's OK," he said calmly, "I'll show you the medicine box tomorrow."

The strange boy said nothing. After listening to her lame consolation, he stood up, turned around and ran into the woods.

Zhao Fengqing used to think that Yuan Zao was not worthy of Jiang Fuli, but Jiang Fuli still missed him.

She shook her head. "It doesn't hurt now."

It hurts so much. Not only her body hurts, but her heart hurts too. The words her beloved boy said will keep echoing in her ears.

Even if she wanted to kill him at this moment, he would be willing to do so.

Before that night, Zhao Fengqing had imagined dancing solo for Jiang Jing countless times.

Zhao Fengqing understood that this ghost was the one that appeared when she was in high school.

She pursed her lips and said, "Boss Jiang, I feel sorry for you."