Yan Ge reached out his hand, trying to get rid of his hair, but after grasping his soft and thick ink hair, he wrapped the hair unknowingly around his fingertips.

The carriage never stopped this night, walking on the ground, but there was no noise in the silent night.

In the compartment, he and her ears rubbed, not the closest relationship, but the closest thing they did.

This kind of entanglement as much as possible, is like the fish with two tails about to die, looking for a trace of water on the other side.

There is even a kind of words in the song, she and this man really have the illusion of feeling like the sea.

However, it is only an illusion.

When the horizon was bright, the carriage finally stopped.

The man found a set of red dresses worn by women from his carriage, and he personally helped Yange put on the clothes piece by piece.

Perhaps this dress has been prepared for the host, and it is very suitable to wear it on Yange.

He didn't know where the grease powder box came from. Lingyan sat kneeling in front of him. He sat on the couch and leaned over to help her put on her makeup.

Yange had a lot of doubts. She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but the man's fingertips were smeared with lip fat and smeared on her lips.

Men's fingers are soft and slow.

It's almost like being flicked by feathers, and the numb feeling spreads from the lips, making Yange want to tremble.

Just when Yange felt he could not bear it anymore, the man's hand squeezed into her mouth.

Fingers rubbed on her shell teeth, pried open her teeth, and slowly entered them.

He looked at her, her eyes wrapped in intangible emotions, and the foolishness in his eyes seemed to be parting from her life and death, making her suddenly difficult to breathe.

"Red dust," he said softly, "this is my name."

This name is nothing like a name at all.

He said nothing, took his hand back, and Wu turned around and got out of the carriage. Then he turned his head and handed the red umbrella that had been opened to Yange, and then stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms.

Yan Ge thought he was going to help himself get out of the carriage, but did not expect to hold her in a princess, and she said quickly, "I can go by myself."

"There are no eyes and trees, which will hurt your feet."

This inadvertent thoughtfulness and tenderness choked Yan Ge's heart.

I always think this man is a weird person.

Does he show affection for the host?

With affection, how can you watch your host deal with different men every day?

If ruthless, where does this inadvertent consideration and tenderness come from?

After getting out of the carriage, Yange realized that at the moment it was deep in the barren mountains and deep forest.

There is no other scenery except the vegetation and mountains in the surrounding area.

The grass at the foot of Hongchen is half a person tall. Such a place is almost indistinguishable from southeast and northwest.

But Hongchen seemed to be very familiar with this place, always holding the words to turn left and right.

The two men under the umbrella were all in red, looking from a distance, they seemed to be one.

Yan Ge knows that the two are clearly on their way.

She didn't want to miss the opportunity to learn the information, so she looked up at him: "Where are you taking me?"

He answered briefly: "Go where you can get revenge."

At this angle, she could see his smooth chin and the tall nose bridge.

Xu was a bit tired on this journey. He was still sweating on the tip of his nose. She took it out of the handkerchief that he helped her put in his sleeves and helped him wipe the sweat on his face: "Are you leaving me? "