Many people have a sense of honey superiority when they are not exposed to drugs.

I feel that I have a lot of self-control, that I am rooted in Miao Hong, and I wo n’t be addicted even if I taste a little.

Because of this, most people fall into a state of utter danger because of this idea.

Just when Zhao Ting was impatient, Yange said, "Can you sit down?"

Zhao Ting glanced at the song in doubt, but he didn't speak, pursed his lips, threw the bag on the ground, and sat down.

Yan Ge also sat down, then lay down, rested his head on Zhao Ting's leg, and handed him his arm: "You help me."

Zhao Ting's body froze when Yange was lying on his leg.

But he didn't push people away.

Glancing a little, she turned his back to him, her eyes closed.

His tense look was relaxed.

"I do not know."

Yange reached out to cover his mouth and yawned.

"It's okay," she said. "Just do it, it doesn't matter."

Zhao Ting pursed her lips.

He didn't speak anymore.

Instead, go to her sleeves.

She wore a blouse with lantern sleeves, and the sleeves were tucked by him as soon as he pulled them. He had originally looked down to find blood vessels, but when he dropped his eyes on her arm, he saw the dense, blue and purple marks.

He looked like he was pouring a large pot of ice dregs into the cold in the cold cellar.

Trembling asked her: "This, this is all made by that man?"

Yan Ge yawned again and did not respond. He just dragged his pants with his other hand and said, "Hurry up, I'm upset."

She didn't seem to be a bit sane anymore.

The voice was sobbing soft and soft.

Seems like crumbling marshmallow.

Zhao Ting listened to what she said, and she was all over.

He is still just a boy who just entered university, and his young man's urge is like a beast, which will not be blocked at all.

He held Yan Ge's hand: "Don't go anymore."

Yange was still yawning, and he replied weakly, "Okay, then, you, hurry up."

He knew she was like this because of her addiction.

Since he entered Zhao's house, she has never given him a good look, even if she speaks, she is disgusted.

He had never heard her soft voice.

He squeezed her wrist and gradually tightened.

"Hurry up." Yan Ge couldn't bear it, his fingers pinched the flesh on his thigh: "I can't stand it."

When he was stabbed by a painful spirit, he saw her face uncomfortable, and even tears came out, and he helped her put the needle in her arm: "It will be all right, don't be afraid!

He reached out and carefully touched her hair, trying to comfort her in this way.

She didn't dodge, and she didn't look disgusted.

She curled up nicely on his lap, closed her eyes, and enjoyed her face.

There were sweat beads between his forehead, and he dared to wipe the sweat beads from her face one by one.

Put her hand on her hair again and again and again to help her follow it.

He sat here without leaning against the tree, but he was not comfortable.

But in this posture, he kept it all, not moving.

Even touching her hair was carefully watching her look, always ready, and once she was awake, he retracted his hand.

He remembered that when she first met her, she looked like a little peacock and was the most conspicuous being in the class.

His eyes always follow her unconsciously.

She was too dazzling. He used to be proud of having such an elder sister. When he was young, he had repeatedly imagined that she took his hand and called his brother intimately.

But, there will never be such a time.