Mo Ran caressed Chu WanNing's hair and spoke softly.
His throat was filled with the sweet taste of blood, and his breathing became more and more sluggish.
However, he continued to smile. At this moment, his expression was very tranquil. "Master, I will give you an umbrella for your entire life."
In his arms, Chu WanNing choked with sobs.
"Xia-shidi…" He was teasing him again, even though he was already at a loss for words, he still teased him, "Shige… will tell you a story. I'll tell you a story every night. Don't despise your shige for being so talkative. All he knows how to do is talk about cattle eating grass..."
Finally, Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at the window sill, which was covered in a layer of sparkling snow.
The world was pure white.
"WanNing." He embraced him, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He whispered, "I've always loved you."
He slowly closed his eyes. The faint dimples of the pear blossoms were immersed in the whiteness of the snow.
His heart beat slowly, bit by bit.
...небеса, как же эрха хороша своим стеклом.
...но плакать на работе это, я, конечно, молодец.
Автор к своим героям ещё добрее, чем прекрасная наша Мосян Тунсю.
His throat was filled with the sweet taste of blood, and his breathing became more and more sluggish.
However, he continued to smile. At this moment, his expression was very tranquil. "Master, I will give you an umbrella for your entire life."
In his arms, Chu WanNing choked with sobs.
"Xia-shidi…" He was teasing him again, even though he was already at a loss for words, he still teased him, "Shige… will tell you a story. I'll tell you a story every night. Don't despise your shige for being so talkative. All he knows how to do is talk about cattle eating grass..."
Finally, Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at the window sill, which was covered in a layer of sparkling snow.
The world was pure white.
"WanNing." He embraced him, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He whispered, "I've always loved you."
He slowly closed his eyes. The faint dimples of the pear blossoms were immersed in the whiteness of the snow.
His heart beat slowly, bit by bit.
...небеса, как же эрха хороша своим стеклом.
...но плакать на работе это, я, конечно, молодец.
Автор к своим героям ещё добрее, чем прекрасная наша Мосян Тунсю.
@темы: Зацепило... Вынос мозга (с) BL 2ha
