Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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"..."

Xiang Wan hummed and lowered his eyes.

"You think too much……"

Her hair is wet, her eyes are wet, and the whole person is wet. Under the water, it is like a blooming flower in a rain mist. Those small awkward and uncomfortable places are embellished with shyness and coyness. In Bai Muchuan's eyes, there is no style.

His eyes were deep, "Is this suitable?"

Swam to the night imagination, heard a startle, "What?"

Bai Muchuan smiled in a low voice, "Strength, is it lighter or heavier?"

"..." Xiang Wan hummed, "fit."

He aimed at her obliquely, stopped talking, and scrubbed her carefully, with careful movements, as if the woman in his palm was a peerless treasure, using patience to the extreme...

The rhythm of the heartbeat towards night cannot be smooth.

Fast and slow!

It's hard to stop.

But she did not say anything, she calmly calmed down, and quietly suffered...

"Comfortable?"

Bai Muchuan looked at her intently.

"Huh." Xiang Wan's cheeks were slightly hot, pretending not to understand what he said. Bai Muchuan didn't ask, continue to scrub her, rub the shower gel in the palm of her hand to create a gentle foam, and gently apply it to her, walking with high and low hands, eyes in the warm yellow light, if there is star flow, The muscles on the arm fell together, and the little mouse jumped, making it more uncomfortable towards the night.

"...OK!"

"Huh? Is that all right?"

"Just flush it!"

"Wash it again?" He was serious. "Some places haven't been washed yet."

He squatted slowly, lifted her one foot gently, pinched it in the palm of his hand, broke up the foam, applied it, kneaded it carefully, and watched the nails glowing with powder like a shell. Stimulate her goose bumps, and then slender fingers, all the way up the calf...

"Bai Muchuan!" Xiang Wan couldn't stand, holding his waist, "Don't..."

"What's the matter?" He was covered with water drops, shining brightly on his skin, full of evil desire to conquer...

Xiang Xiang was speechless, but he smiled, "Obe, let me wait for you..."

"..."

"is this OK?"

"..."

"Do you want to?"

"..."

"speak!"

"Think!"

He touched her lightly, "Good!"

...This is a long process.

A gentle bath, a comfortable temperature, a presumptuous man... all of this catalyzed the secretion of dopamine, dominating the will of the night, let her be with him, in the misty bath room, struggled to the end A little effort to make each other get the ultimate happiness, and then was put into the bed by Bai Muchuan, sinking in the long dream...

The bedroom lights went out.

The dream in the dark is real and blurred.

Xiang Wan was taken away by the plot of the novel, the dream is full of stories...

Like a series in progress, dream after dream.

It's like it was actually discovered, it's like it was written in a book.

In the dream, she touched the keys like a fly, recording the story in the dream...

She couldn't tell a bit.

Is it a dream or a dream in my dream...

Tangled towards the night.

This helpless tangle caused her to wake up suddenly!

The room was dark!

Bai Muchuan breathed symmetrically and slept soundly beside her.

Is dreaming!

With a sigh of relief, she gently pushed away her hand across her waist, turned her back, touched her cell phone, and slowly recalled it, preparing to record the plot of her dream just now...

This is her experience.

Sometimes there will be a lot of wonderful ideas in the dream, but when I wake up the next day, I forget to be clean.

Therefore, she had to record anything immediately, even at three in the middle of the night.

Of course, sometimes when I wake up to see what was recorded at night, I find it ridiculous. Because it is not related to the plot being written...

After writing to Xiangyue, save, suddenly stunned.

There is one more document in Pages on her phone.

A document that does not belong to her.

Driving towards the night in a strange place.

The title of the document, horror-the second episode of "The Murderer".

day!

The neurites went out late, and the brain buzzed, blank.

With only one pair of eyes, staring closely at the content of the document on Pages-

...

This building is like a maze.

She was running desperately, looking around while looking at...

She seemed to be looking for something, her eyes were full of panic.

Oh, looking for a body.

An hour ago, she received a message that someone asked her to come here.

If it is slow, the child will become a corpse.

Yes! child.

She ran wild, tired, and dared not stop.

"Where are you? Where are you?"

She shouted, her eyes darkened.

"...Call the police! Call the police!" she thought.

"No, no!" She immediately stopped herself again.

The child will die.

Call the police and the child will die...

She can only find him by her own strength...

Before he died.

This is really a challenge!

The lights in the building were very dark, and it was dark everywhere. She took a flashlight and stumbled, fell, and got up again, up and down...

The corridor was very long. She climbed up with her hands, feet, and ground. Her feet were worn and her hands were scratched, but she could not feel the pain.

Find it!

find him!

Must find him!

In the dark, she heard her panting...

Helpless panting, strong fear!

But she has not found it.

Did not find the child--

where is he? where is it?

It was only the darkness around her that answered her...

She looked in horror, and the faint light of the electric tube was surrounded by darkness and tension.

"Child...Where are you...Where..."

Her feet finally stepped on the last step.

Rooftop.

Already on the rooftop.

The sound of the wind is calling like a demon.

A small figure appeared in front of him, he was on the edge of the rooftop of the building, crumbling, and may fall at any time...

"Don't move!" She ran past in surprise.

She saw hope.

You can save him!

She will almost succeed.

However, at the same time as she took her steps, the child's small body fell rapidly downstairs.

"what!"

In the wind of the rooftop, she was the only one who shouted sternly!

Under the moonlight, her face was as pale as paper.

See her clearly.

Finally, she saw her clearly.

She is...oh, Xie Wanwan.

It is Xie Wanwan, it is her, it is her!

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Powerful Jin Gong sisters!

I gave a lot of Mid-Autumn Festival gifts.

In particular, thank you Cai Ge’s godmother, my eldest sister, Jin fans, ylf Philippine, Ling Sha... There are so many friends, too late to name, in short, Er Jin is in my mind.

muah!

The story is getting better, and I want to write a new book again, I am contradictory... Cover my face @!

Come on, a sister to wake me up!