A Yin opened his mouth, so that his eyelashes were pinched and dodged, but he didn't say anything after all.
She couldn't help but relive the first half of her life in her mind, from the helplessness when she was pinched by the old mother's chin in the woodshed, to the fear of going to the tomb for the first time, and then to the long-term loneliness and emptiness after the first time hanging out with others. The objects that tortured her were now easily separated. There was a mountain in her pitted life, with Aro on one end and suffering on the other.
She really hoped that she could be more innocent, so that she could be liked by Aro in a down-to-earth manner.
She lowered her head, her little pointed face was no longer arrogant or arrogant, she pursed her lips and sniffed twice, twisting the strands of hair she didn't know when to grab.
She was a little sad, she felt that she had grown a heart that was not very healthy. When Aro was about to leave, it moved forward bravely, and when Aro came back, it twitched again.
Ayin mustered the courage to look at Aro, she knew that it would take a long time to heal, but she was willing to work hard.
A Luo raised his hand and grabbed her fingertips, twisted her fingertips like A Yin twisted her hair, and asked her, "Don't you want to admit your mistake?"
Some people's words are wind, and the frost will melt in three or two strokes.
So Ayin raised her head and nodded.
Aro smiled, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
As she spoke, she stroked the skirt with the back of her hand, as if she really wanted to hear her apology.
Ayin looked at her and said, "I should be more honest with you, don't say no if you want, don't say if you think it's good, don't say it's bad."
Her final voice lost the pretentious pretense of being charming, and was choked by the wind and cold. Arro unconsciously clenched her fingers, his thumbs on the raised knuckles, and looked at her earnestly and attentively.
A Yin lowered her eyes and voice together, and finally said, "If she meets someone she is unwilling to bear, she will no longer be saddened."
Before he finished speaking, A Luo bullied his body and covered her lips with his partial face.
She shouldn't have kissed her at this time, but she thought she should have such a sense of ritual, to be able to swallow A Yin's promise solemnly, and put it in her body peacefully.
She kissed more lingeringly than ever before, just because the slightly hesitant "reluctant person" hit her completely, making her eyes sore and uncontrollable warmth.
A Luo closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the messy-haired girl in front of him, the tip of her nose was red, her lower lip was bitten, and one of her eyelashes was rubbed away, and it stuck in the corner of her eyes in embarrassment. She remembered the first time she saw Fu Wuyin, she was also sobbing, rubbing her eyes and looking at her with tears.
She was only a casual glance at that time, and only a casual glance.
A Luo stretched out his hand and gently supported A Yin's slender and stubborn neck.
The afternoon sun squeezed in, and when I arrived at the bed, I was a little shy. The two ended a long and beautiful kiss, lying on the bed opposite each other, listening to the letter sent by the youngest Ah Luo Niantu. The letter was written by a gentleman on the street, and it started with the phrase "Zhan Xinjia" quite culturally. Afterwards, I thought that the gentleman was embarrassed by Mr. Tu's reckless voice, and he didn't say a word according to his tone. Draw down.
The rough words came out of the soft girl's voice, and they sounded a lot more pleasant, but A Yin didn't have the heart to listen to the youngest Tu's chatter. "I just drank the medicine, it's not bitter or not."
She panicked in Aro's stunned daze, grabbed a pair of earrings, turned around and pulled out the letter beside the bed, and asked Aro to read it to her.
Aro understood, and sipped a slight smile on the edge of the letter.
As the letter was coming to an end, A Luo was about to raise his eyes, but A Yin pulled the letter paper in his hand and placed it between the two of them. In the clear letter paper, A Luo saw A Yin's beautiful neck slightly hooked, facing Mo Xiang. "Let's settle it," she said.
Her charming silhouette is so charming in Zhongzheng's words that even her breathing makes one's heart tickled. Aro paused for a moment while holding the paper, and replied softly, "Yes."
Ayin stretched out her hand, pulled a strand of Aro's hair over her pillow, scratched it in the palm of her hand, and said, "If you don't want to, then tell me."
A Luo put the letter down, put it aside, put her hand on A Yin's cheek, and stroked it gently. She originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, she opened her lips and promised to say "OK".
Only then did A Yin feel at ease, and lay down in her arms as gently as before, with a unique cold fragrance lying on his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised again.
Aro circled her and asked in a low voice, "You haven't told me yet, how did you figure it out?"
A Yin regained some energy, and hooked his index finger to the hair between A Luo's neck, and answered relaxedly: "I used to think that we were not going all the way, but I only realized in the past few days that I also have special skills."
Ah Luo knew that she was starting to talk nonsense again, and he didn't expose her, but asked, "What skills?"
A Yin's eyes waved and swayed Nanaly: "Helping you to invite immortals, divination and prophecy."
A Luo frowned and listened to A Yin's low smile: "I once taught a little nineteen the trick of 'beautiful as a flower', and she stopped growing day by day, and then I taught her the magic of the season. , I actually have to be admired by God, and it has a function."
She raised her eyebrows and said to Arrow: "You said, is it a skill, isn't it?"
Ah Luo didn't answer, only a silk flower-like warmth blossomed on his lips, and said to her, "Then you have another one, now."
"Now," A Yin bit her lower lip, and the light and shadow of the corners of her eyes was filled with A Luo's soft smile. She blinked and said softly, "There are about two girls who will grow old."
Aro was stunned, lowered his eyes, and looked at her quietly.
Ah Yin's breathing rose and fell, and she felt unprecedented insignificance in Ah Luo's eyes. She turned out to be just an ordinary person, with no body of steel, no three heads and six arms, and she spent a lot of time in I stumbled and stumbled in the world, and then I found something that could be called forever.
She had been indignantly afraid of Wu Qian, wondering whether her ordeal in this life was due to crying for three days in Taishan Mansion.
Now she thinks that the three days in Taishan Mansion brought the injustice of the first half of her life, but also the girl in her heart. In this way, she does not feel that it is a loss.
Aro came back to his senses and hesitated.
A Yin spoke one step ahead of her: "I know you can't turn white, but the ghosts and ghosts in the book will cover your eyes. If I get old, you will change your appearance and coax me, will it work?"
A Luo Anning smiled and nodded: "I'm going to study."
Listening to what she said, ghosts can't beat the wall, and they can't hide their eyes. Ayinnu mouthed, slandered twice in his heart, and his doubts were cleared up in Arrow's actions before he could say anything.
Her soft and slightly cool fingertips hooked A Yin's ear hair back, rubbed the glutinous rice-like earlobe, and then meandered down, sliding down from her neck like a siege, and stopped below her collarbone.
She felt a long-lasting miss in Aro's starting and stopping movements. It was not too strong, but it seemed to be repressed, and she felt rebellious.
Ayin then stretched out her hand and guided Aro's hand to cover the softness that should go away, watching her gently move her shoulders, the softness became a hard armor, and she scratched Aro's palm vigorously.
The spear that Missing had turned into circled on the soft shield drawn by the lifeline, causing Aro's tightly closed lips to part involuntarily, as if cutting off the rope that bound her restraint.
What was more ambiguous than A Yin's actions were her words. She lowered her eyes and said, "My illness is nothing but a bluff, not very serious."
"If you can sweat, you'll probably be fine."
Her hint was obvious enough. A Luo closed her beautiful phoenix eyes and withdrew her hand. Before A Yin's lost expression spread to her cheeks, her index finger pressed against her lower lip and pressed it slightly, pressing out a charming expression. The color was dripping, and then she lifted her chin and put her fingertips into her fragrant lips.
In an instant, it was wrapped in warmth, and the tip of the tongue like a swimming fish swept lightly on it.
A Luo's face was clearly covered in pink, and her breathing was no longer as steady as before. A Yin was about to move, but she saw her draw her hand, the back of her hand pressed against a light cough, and said softly, "Today, it won't work."