The destined person (1)

When a man gave his clothes to a woman, it was naturally to take them off.

Han qiqing thought so too.

&Nbsp; but ...

Who knows.

Older brother did not intend to take it off. Instead, he let her wear his white shirt all the time, so that her entire body was wrapped in his breath. She was in his arms, enduring his wanton love.

Han qiqing didn't know that just an extra white shirt could come up with so many patterns.

Outside the window, the sunset gradually dyed the sky red.

Then, the sky gradually darkened.

Han qiqing did not leave the bed the entire night.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

When han qiqing woke up, her whole body was sore and she couldn't even lift a finger.

She wondered what day it was and whether they should go back.

If she continued to stay like this, she felt that she was going to be squeezed dry.

"You're awake? Are you hungry?"

His deep and magnetic voice rang in her ear, and then her ear was sucked by him.