I’m the one who’s got the hot, sturdy, sturdy, soft, warm bed.
He was a servant of dust, and his tone was heavy and vicious:
“You little girl, who dares to find another man…”
And when he didn’t finish, she cried, and she cried, and the little white face was pathetic.
Cute.
He’s got a headache when a woman cries, especially this nasty little girl.
She was put on her shoulder, and she threatened her with harsh words: “Kick again, tonight with you.”
Not yet. “Why is that crying?”
Little Wang’s eyebrows are squeezing his fine wrists. He’s got a big hand and he’s got no mercy. Weakly shivering on his shoulder, he was dazed, and he choked.
“I told you to wait for me, huh?”
His tails were so full, he was so calm before he got angry that he fed white-eyed wolves to be nice to her.
She wants to be nice to someone else.
He was terrified, and he had a fiancée. She was nothing but a humble slave-man who could not imagine. And when he put it on her chest, she couldn’t breathe in the atmosphere, and she said with a voice like a mosquito fly:
“Give mercy to your servant…”
The young master took her, and her jaw was on her forehead, and his finger was stuck to her hair, and he counted the old money.
“Why don’t you listen?”
She looked down:
“Blessed by the good deeds, a slave’s status may not be acceptable to a future princess. I’m sorry.
His eyes were sharp and he looked at her with other eyes, and he let his hands loose and put on his lips. And Wei knew that he was on his back.
This man is the one who hates the fight and the deep-hearted.
That’s what she said. He must think she was flattered and ill-prepared.
She just wants him to guess that she’s in trouble.
She just didn’t expect it. She wasn’t indifferent to him.
There was some intimacy, but restraint.
His back to her, he suddenly said:
“If you keep your own company, you will not be wronged.
You shouldn’t. I’m sorry.
She crawled and fell on her knees.
“The right handmaidens are wrong and should not be delusional. I’m sorry.
He put the last button down, turned his head and looked at her for a moment, silently.
She thought he could not see that there was something wrong in his heart, but that he was more submissive than anyone.
If only she’d been flattered, she’d be flattered.
Get away from him.
He didn’t like her. The little prince left with his face down.
One.
His Majesty’s grandson raised him
Yeah.
He is a slave to the royal palace, five years of service to the old princess.
When the contract is ready, I’ll be happy with it.
A couple of hot drinks, and they were temporarily assigned to deliver to the Prince.
The next day she woke up and was held in his arms.
His face is pale and he’s shaking.
It’s a bad day.
He mistook her for an open-faced girl sent by his wife, who was drunk and unconscious.
It’s the end of the world for Wei Wei.
But it’s no big deal for the prince, so he left her in his room.
Lee.
She gave her brother-in-law some gold and silver.
Prince’s hot bed girl.
We’ll live wherever we want.
Come on. She’s just starting to get in the middle of something.
Every time he was relieved, she was dying and he made her beg.
“Good-bye, my lord. The slave-man is dying…”
At times like this, he’s always as happy as he’s won.
Lee, smile down.
“A little girl, she’s too poor to be able to practice.”
She can’t talk, she can only cry and let him have fun.
Sometimes, he’s so mean, she kicks him in the face, he squeezes her feet.
The ankle, teach her:
“Well, to deal with men, you’ve got to kick to the most vulnerable. I’m sorry.
He’s talking, he’s demonstrating.
She turned her head away, red face.
She knows the master can’t.
Scrambling.
Everyone else in the royal palace says, “Peo-wei is lucky and should be able to be an aunt in the future.”
Fuck. I’m sorry.
And of course, there’s someone who’s secretly defaming: “You can get a drink to your bed, without saying a word.
Dogs are biteers. I’m sorry.
She can’t tell, she can’t tell, she can’t hear, she can’t hear, she can’t live, she can’t talk, she can drive people crazy.
She still hasn’t married, and she has to stop drinking her pills.
It’s bitter, it’s tired of sleeping with the scenery, and it’s not like it.
Six months later, he went to Ying City to fight and had another night with her.
And he bit her in the ear, and he said, “Wait for me, little girl. I’m sorry.
She blinked with tears, and he tied her to her arms, with her head on her head, and looked quietly at the light of the moon, and suddenly asked her, “Do you miss me, little girl? I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say. She’s afraid of the wrong answer, and he’s gonna squeeze her again.
He thought that she was a display of love, and suddenly his heart was soft, and his hand was in her heart, and he put her hand on her forehead, and he said, “I can’t wait for you, little girl.” I’m sorry.
You don’t want her? It’s obvious that she can’t afford her body.
She was in his arms, and she said, “My lord, be careful on the battlefield, and don’t hurt her.
To die…”
And he was not finished, and his lips were turned back.
Before he went out, she hid behind the door and watched him go.
I looked around, I looked down, and I rode off.
It’s a relief, but it’s empty inside.
Two.
When he left, she went back to the old princess to help.
She’s working very hard, very carefully, very nicely, and she’s got a lot more.
Pay attention.
One time, madame came to the old lady’s place.
“Surrell won the war, built the business, and it’s time to set up the house. I’m sorry.
“But what’s the right place?” I’m sorry.
“The young master’s daughter, the spirit of life, and the tenderness of his personality.
Yeah. I’m sorry.
It was the dawn of the sky, and it was so quiet that it filled with lanterns.
The burning candle burned on the back of her delicate hand, and she woke up as she dreamed.
I don’t know how many more things the old princess and the lady have said, “Some girls are old, let’s just let them go, give them some silver and go find them.”
Good guy. I’m sorry.
All the galls of Quei are gathered at this time, kneeling in front of Madame, please.
A way out.
The old princess and the lady have separate considerations.
The old princess pitys her for her.
The lady thinks that she’s getting married, cleaning up the girls.
Okay.
So she went out and came home, and her parents were long gone, only her brother-in-law.
Her sister-in-law was afraid she’d stay at home, and Zhang was looking for a relationship.
Send it out.
But after all, she’s no longer innocent.
The others are looking.
He’s a widower with a kid.
Pretty little girl.
Soon there will be a matchmaker.
She doesn’t want to be someone else’s stepmother, but she’s home for another day.
He threw a bowl at a girl, and he said, “Booked a bunch of money, hit it in the face.”
At home, blood stains were poured. He’s weak, he can’t argue with his wife.
♪ We’ve got ♪
“Sister, for your sake, I can’t stop you with an extra mouth.
It’s just that someday you’ll be old and you won’t be able to take care of you.
It’s not fair of my sister-in-law to make up for the money she’s making in the palace.
Home.
It’s just that she’s a weak woman who doesn’t look like her sister-in-law, and she’s squirting in a mouth well.
She can’t do it.
We’ll see the day at the table.
He’s 30 years older than her.
Mouth, sedition:
“Younger, you know how to hurt people. I’m sorry.
I wonder if you’ll hurt someone when you’re older?
She swayed and wanted to get back to business.
He’s a good-looking man and a good-looking man.
No good, no bad, just living.
She’s in the dark, and I don’t know what’s going on.
The masters were all over the curtains, and she was so tender and soft.
The body is of a demon, but the face, white and clean, and the eye of water, is pure and pure.
Such contradictory appearances and bodies are rare in colour, and for such beautiful women even ordinary men are born out of empty space, willing to give her a thousand dollars, to go up and down the mountain of fire, and only to look back and laugh.
The master is on the side of the curtain, and has given birth to unlimited tenderness and vision.
Vee at the end of the curtain is just thinking about reality.
She is a wise man, who is not a wise man, and who is a wise man who has always worked hard to find the most appropriate, slightly flat, way out of an awful situation.
She thinks it’s better to be a queen than an aunt, but it’s a proper room, unlike an aunt.
She thought of everything, name, personality, family, only one thing she liked.
It’s useless to think about it. A man like her can’t afford to ask for it.
It was long and long in its head, and suddenly the drapes were shaking, and there were muddy boots under its eyes.
When her eyes moved up, she hit her eyes like wolves, and her heart shattered. The scenery came back, and it broke into her.
She was the one who let her out. He’s not her.
But she’s in vain, she’s in vain.
He’s covered in dust, cold and hard armor, and he’s tanned.
Looks like hell.
Her eyes, her voice, her voice:
“You little girl, who gives you the guts to be with another man…”
He was so angry that he held her arms in two hands, he was so high, he passed through a thin coat,
Shaving on her snow arm. Every word he says, she feels cold.
It trembles uncontrollably and its eyes are red and red.
She’s just crying, God knows, and he hasn’t taught her much.
And when he didn’t finish, she cried and cried.
Love.
He’s got a headache when a woman cries, especially this nasty little girl.
He braked his violent face in time, put up with it, and asked with restraint, “What are you crying for?
I didn’t do anything to you…
She looked at him in tears, pointed her finger at the cold helmet on her arm.
A, with two long eyes and a soft path: “I’m in pain…”
The scenery, the mute, let her go.
At that point, the master ran in behind the curtains, with a knife in his hand, to get angry at the young lady.
The scenery just hit the fire, tumbled, and rose again.
As a result, the boss paid for the loss of her wife’s life, but he was a general. He was a bandit, unceremonial, almost unceremoniously defending his sovereignty, and he was beaten up.
If it wasn’t for her, she’d be dead.
He put her on her shoulder, kicked her in the first place to break her legs, but then he kicked her, and he kicked her ass, and he threatened her with harsh words: “More kicks, not tonight.” I’m sorry.
Last time he said that, she couldn’t walk the next day.
She kept her legs on her feet, and did not dare to kick him again. She only choked and choked, and did not dare to say anything.
However, he did not intend to spare her at all. In order to punish her, he took her to the study room, where four books and five books were kept, and bullied her. Those who were humbled, four books and five books, were pressed under her, and he bullied her with words from the army:
“Son, didn’t he tell you you were comfortable? I’m sorry.
She’s tearing her eyes and shaking her head.
And he said, “Why do you think of wild men when they are comfortable?” I’m sorry.
He’s a wild man. They’re nothing. She was blindfolded, bullied and cried.
“What, it’s crying?”
She suffered, but he was angry.
He misses her so much, he’s always going after a woman after he drinks in Yang City.
Ying, Yang City’s women are hot and passionate.
Man, that’s blind.
He said, “It’s a mess, no job.”
Go back down, sir. I’m sorry.
There’s a brother in the back saying, “Chang, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
The brothers were punched a few times.
He’s just more picky. Why do you have to play wild outside?
He’s dirty.
And he’s not some kind of abstinenceist.
In the dreams of the wild, the mountains, the moon and the night, I saw her a thousand times.
Sponge look.
He thought she was almost crazy.
When he returned, he couldn’t wait to see her, and she looked at another man.
She wants to be nice to another man, and she’s with a widower, even a widower.
It all counts. The storm cannot tolerate betrayal.
His unspoken thoughts are laughing at him.
He mocked her and bullied her.
She was bullied and she cried, and she cried and thought, “He was so mean,
If you’re so tough, you’ll bully her.
Bad?
III
After that incident in the study, she lost her interest in the scene.
He’s a proud man, too. He’s always here to see her early, but…
She ran away and wanted to be nice to someone else, but he couldn’t help but want to be nice to her.
Proud enough to hold him up, but in the study, she made it look good.
White. She was just trying to provoke him so that he could leave her. She just wanted to break up with him.
This time, pride and frustration prevailed.
But he still couldn’t let go, or he took her back to King’s Hall.
He said to her, “Son, you’re alive in Jinyang, dead.”
Jinyang’s ghost. I’m sorry.
Even if he loses interest in her, he cannot tolerate her being nice to others.
When he took her back, he left. I don’t know what to do with her, just let her go.
She’s doing chores in the backyard.
She became the joke of Jinyang.
Some people poked her in the back, chewing their tongues, saying that she had worked so hard to climb into the bed of the little prince, that she was now requited, spoiled, and lost her body, a slut, no one wanted, a bitch.
It’s the show that’s the one that’s making the most of it.
She was supposed to send the wine. She was supposed to be angry.
She looks good, is flattered and listens so much that she thinks she’s a beauty, and she’s more than once, and if it wasn’t for her, she’d probably fly on a phoenix.
Su-il blamed her for the loss of her career on her, and the same sisters were spreading gossip.
He was angry, he had a fight with Su-ja, and he started tearing his skin and pulling it up.
The girls fight, tear their hair, tear their skins, long and sharp nails are the best blades, and the long nails are hung, and they suffer a huge loss, with long and thin blood marks scratched on their skins.
This woman’s fight was stopped by a broom that Wang Ma had swept across.
Neither party to the fight was able to take advantage of it, and the monthly salary was withheld.
She’s got her face on her face, and she’s pulling the centipede back to the house, and she’s having a downfall.
They were busy getting out of the way, side by side, and with him was Ann, with their hands down.
As far as the view was concerned, she was standing there, always out of sight, and when she came closer, he saw the long blood marks on her face before she approached her head, and her hair was scattered and colossal.
His eyes had faded from her cheeks, and the lashes on his hands had consciously tightened, the face had slightly changed, and after a moment, he came back, but he said nothing and left.
Then he said to his heart: “The little lord was so pale that I thought he would draw a whip with his hand.” I’m sorry.
He said, “He is a vicious man, but he has not beaten a woman.” I’m sorry.
“You and the little lord, you really broke up?” I’m sorry.
It’s not strange to listen to her. She’s still defending the prince.
I feel like I’m a bit of a brainless, a little awkward, a little bit of a smile.
“There is no break between master and slave. I’m sorry.
It had never started, and she was aware that he was up and interested in her body and that it was hard to last forever.
She was supposed to live in a Chase with other girls, but somehow, she was given a separate room in the middle of nowhere, quiet.
A box of plasters was given to her by the management, and she was instructed to do it and it will be removed in a few days.
Vee thanks to the manager.
It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need any Israeli help, just to stop the pain.
The weather is getting colder, and she’s squeezing the moon in the mirror, she’s wearing a finger ointment, and she’s rubbing on her cheek, and no one can complain about her pain, and she’s snorting and breathing.
Suddenly, it became clear that there was a cold on the neck and that there was no place for it, and it appeared that the eyes were being watched and passed from the window.
She was in a state of shock with a white face, turned her head to the window and looked at nothing, except that the window had nothing to do with it. The wind leaked in, sewped and breathed.
Her heart was only a little calmer, she walked, she looked out, black night, nothing but light blue moonlight, tall trees, a small sound from the roof, and probably a night owl in sleep.
She was relieved, her hands were pressed on the bolt, she was raised, she was locked and her windows closed.
The sleepwalking night cat’s name is Fantasy, and this time he stepped on the balconies for the cold moon.
What can he do, sleep alone, turn his back, do nothing but shame.
The medication appears to have been unwittingly sent to the housekeeper, and the visits can only be seen in secret. Shame on you.
Since it’s embarrassing, no one can know.
The Prince looks very hard on his face.
In a few days, Su-il was expelled from King’s house.
♪ Breath-browsing dance ♪
“Well, that’s what it is. Heart is better than heaven. I thought I could.
He dared to climb into his bed in the name of wine. I’m sorry.
“You didn’t even see him. He was so blue, he drew a sword and tried to kill him.
She. I’m sorry.
“But you’re right, the Prince still doesn’t want to touch a woman.
Hands, and then we’re in charge of cleaning up the scene.
Yeah. I’m sorry.
“And before leaving, he cried, and said, “Why can she, I can’t.” I’m sorry.
He’s laughing and he’s listening.
I don’t know.
“The Prince said, “You can’t even see what you are.
More than that. I’m sorry.
“You said, “This show is a daydream.
Ben. I’m sorry.
She suddenly remembered what she warned her about:
“If you keep your own company, you will not be wronged, nor will you desire anything else. I’m sorry.
She was sincerely fortunate for the rest of her life after a wave of looting, because she was not suspected of daydreaming, or else she was the second.
She drys her clothes in silence and makes ten onions green.
Four.
When the snow arrived at night, it was too hot to be caught in the cold, and it was ready to go back to its work, and when it was lighted, one hand was raised to catch the snow, and soft snow kissed in the palm of its hand, and it melted silently.
She just had a little funny smile on her face and was stuck under a plum tree.
The scenery lays under a tree, and drinks in the snow, and hears noise, and lifts its eyes upon her.
His eyes turned against him, and his eyes were drunk, and he looked at her like that.
He was quick, he was happy, he said hello, and he turned around and walked away.
But it was snow, and the ground was slippery, and the lamp on her hand fell and fell apart.
She was in good health, and she grabbed her collar from behind, slipped away, turned her around and pressed into her arms.
His arms were not warm, he stood in the snow for a long time, stained with snow and smell of alcohol.
The next moment, she not only sensed the smell of alcohol but also tasted it.
He put her on her head, kissed her head, and the snow fell from the red plum tree.
The entire palace, the whole snowy night, was quiet, so quiet that it only heard the sound of the beating of the heart at the edge.
Boom, boom, boom. Strong and fast.
When the snow stops, the kiss continues.
And she heard the footsteps of the far and far, and she was panicking, obstinate and struggling to drive him away.
The little prince of Jin’s house is always proud and will not whisper.
“You’d rather be someone else’s relay than me? I’m sorry.
She had her hands behind her back, and ten fingers were tied up, and she replied: “The slaveman dares not think.” * He’s taking her further, holding on to her wrists, and he’s got a heart and a red eye *
“Do not regret it, little girl. I’m sorry.
She was thinking about his warning. She shouldn’t. She bit her lips.
Head.
He fell on the bottle and went off his sleeve.
A son of heaven, a man whose life is so much better than the clouds.
Untie yourself a little more.
Five.
The smiles on her face are full of two cheeks, and the good things of the King’s house and Taifu’s house are settled.
I’ve been busy getting a family and working.
He and she should have gone back to the bridge, back to the road, and never again.
But I’ve got a crush on Xavier.
He’s a drunk. Most of the girls in the house are better looking and better looking.
Liar.
I’m very fond of Viagra, and I’ve asked her to find the housekeeper’s wife.
I’m going to make a wife out of sight.
It’s not surprising, but there are many men who want it. The second wife is a good wife, he’s a good wife to her husband and he’s a wife to her husband.
Do your best.
She even went looking for her own, smiling and rubbing on her back.
“You little girl, I don’t know where I’m going with you. I’m sorry.
The next one was cold, and she was shaking her lips.
Mrs. Second said:
“Thank you for your help. I’m sorry.
Madam is in trouble. She doesn’t want to offend Uncle for a little girl, but she’s scared.
What’s wrong with you?
The old princess heard, stopped him and said, “We have nothing to do with this.”
These bad things. I’m sorry.
Sir, he was rejected, he was angry, he walked behind his back in the house.
# And the face in the dark #
“Stupid bitch, shameless bitch! Don’t blame me. I’m sorry.
If the rice boils, the bitch just doesn’t want it.
I don’t know.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly started burning and there was no one in the house and she was thirsty.
He struggled to get water. He just walked half way, and a shadow came behind the door.
Come out, hold her in the back, and laugh, “You little girl, give me your taste…”
He said, “Put that mouth on her neck.”
We’ve lost half our spirits, but at this critical moment, the desire to get free has overcome fear.
Fear.
She’s been taught by the heart and soul of a dying struggle.
It’s the deadliest trick against a man.
Kick it.
The 2nd Master was in pain and cruising on the ground.
She was shaking, she opened the door, she took the road and ran without a head.
It’s snowy. She’s still hot.
In a panic, into a rage.
His hands, they were on both sides in the first place, and he looked down at her and looked down.
Dark.
She doesn’t know what a mess she’s got now, how she’s got, how she’s got.
Flowers.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and she begged him with her face: “My Lord, help me!
I’m…
I don’t have to say. I can guess what.
I can’t believe you’ve got the guts to do this. She put her hot skin on his chest and arm and burned him.
He’s got his own feeling with his stiff hands on both sides.
Put your robes on her, hold your waist, hide her in your arms, not let her.
See a half-point and go back to your own springing house.
Maybe she didn’t know it herself. She had to accept it.
Little slave-hands have their own hidden, unspoken desires.
He used the opportunity to seduce him by saying, “Do you want to be nice to him?” I’m sorry.
She had no sense of reason and had said absurd things about holding him hostage.
“Well…”
Her eyes were red, and she looked down on him.
“Remember, little girl, you’re the one who took the initiative. I’m sorry.
She had red eyes and noded her head.
This is a step from the sky, and he will not think, but he will go down.
He drugged her. He drugged himself.
Tastes good, as always.
In the middle of the night, she fell asleep with tears and tears. The storm started to get busy. He helped her with the blankets. She fell asleep.
Go on.
It’s been a whole night.
If the madam didn’t get here in time, he would have been cut off on his arm.
It’s so simple.
When he killed his uncle, he was like a ghost.
Is that my woman?”
He didn’t even drink a soup, he was kicked and stabbed.
He’s got to have the nerve to fall asleep.
If you can’t make a scene, you’ll have to do justice.
I’ll have to ask the lady to go.
Take Vi to calm things down.
Who knows, her good son, Jing Siu, has taken the name of King of the Worlds again.
For a little handmaiden against everyone.
The old princess ended up being just and spoiled by Kim Sun, and came forward to mediate.
“The cocks are gibberish, they can do this, they deserve it. I’m sorry.
“That little girl’s got a good heart. She’s so angry. I’m sorry.
Six.
She’s made an angry aunt and entered the same door as his little princess.
She knew clearly that she could not be let go. She had only to be his aunt, and if she was to live in the house, she would be left with him.
She’s the one who’s gone, and in this situation, she can’t help but huddle him.
She does not have a phoenix, nor does she have a big red room, but she wears a brand-new red red coat and has painted red lint.
It’s a little bit of a punch, but it’s a little quiet and cold.
It’s like the moonlight in the cold winter, and it’s not happy to come out and catch it.
She rinsesed her blouse, her lip, her face down, her hair, her jewelry, and her ears down.
It’s hard, it doesn’t look, it’s got a little red blood on the hook. It doesn’t hurt to see it.
When the moon came in, she put the cold on her body, and her hands were folded, and she held herself gently, and then she took off her clothes, and went to bed, and covered her body with a thick, gorgeous twilight.
She also wandered on the edge of her dream, and was squeezed into the arch, with an iron arm coming in, rubbing her head off her chest and taking her whole body.
When he pulled it, she moved an inch in, and it was useless to resist. He used both his hands and feet, not only to bring her warmth to the chest, but also to put her long legs under her legs.
And his lips were whispering in her ear, “The little girl, she’s lost her heart.
Master, I’m going to bed first.”
She doesn’t know if it’s a dream or something.
True.
It’s supposed to be a dream that he can’t sleep with her tonight.
Since it’s a dream, she’s in sex, and she keeps her eyes closed and falls asleep.
And suddenly he started to hear, and his warm fingers rubbed her in the ear, “How did you do that?” I’m sorry.
If she doesn’t talk, his hand scratches the itch on her waist.
Smile.
She had no choice but to laugh and say, “Take a fall, accidentally.”
Okay. I’m sorry.
And he said, “Dumb girl, clumsy. I’m sorry.
She’s a recognized girl. If it wasn’t for bad luck, she might still be in charge.
She’s going further.
She left her mouth open. He saw her cold and bit her with sharp teeth.
Bite her earlids.
“Why aren’t you talking? * His hands were on her itch meat again *
“I’m clumsy, dumb-mouthed. I’m sorry.
He laughed a little, “Is he angry? I’m sorry.
She doesn’t talk.
“Well, little girl, you’re very talented, very sweet.” I’m sorry.
His hand was shaking her arm, and he was probably too drunk to do that.
Small.
She thought it was a dream, with her lips on her lips, and smiled softly:
“It’s not a good thing to have teeth.” I’m sorry.
He groaned for a moment, and she waited for him to speak, and suddenly she cried, all of it.
In his overt kiss.
He still had a sip of wine in his kiss, and he went to her mouth and whispered:
“Drink this coitus, you’re a grown-up.” I’m sorry.
And she was confused, but she only heard of a drink, and there was no wine.
He fed her the strong wine.
It’s unreasonable to say that he wants her to promise, but he doesn’t promise anything. VII
Doubts are dreams and doubts are true.
She was covered with green, red marks. But when she wakes up, it’s not her.
Bed.
He was having breakfast at the willows when he went to seek peace.
It must have been a dream last night.
The boy will be born with a good temper, and she’ll see her face, smile and call her together.
Eat.
Who knows what’s going on?
Mother, eat together. I’m sorry.
She just pushed off a stool, so far away from the scene. He’s already moving her.
One of the stools pushed her away and asked her to come and sit.
Now, watch your nose, watch your food.
She was hungry. She slept too hard last night. She ate too much.
She suddenly appeared in front of her, and a chopstick of meat fell in her bowl.
She looked at him with a bit of a bad heart, and he had a very common look on his face.
It seems natural.
She took another look at the child’s willow, and she was not unhappy with her fragrance. Not only is she not upset, but she’s got her meat.
Have some…”
And she said, “Smuggle and keep an eye on her.”
The scenery suddenly got upset, knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, frowning, to the children.
Willow has no voice:
“What are you doing watching her eat yours?”
The tone is the same, and the little prince is mean to the bride.
The child willows are not angry, and they laugh at their heads and say, “Oh, my dear, eat.
The food is good too…”
The angry bride, a little weird.
We need to finish the last meal. We need to find a way out.
It wasn’t too far out of the yard, and the storm came after her.
She’s just holding her hand.
“The little girl, take a rest today and take you to play.” I’m sorry.
She’s biting on her fingernails. Isn’t he supposed to take the bride to play?
That’s tough.
“My Lord, isn’t that a good thing?”
A little eyebrow.
“You little girl, be proud and protect you.” I’m sorry.
She didn’t want to be flattered.
Embellished and proud.
VIII
It’s fun, where he eats, drinks, walks, he doesn’t know.
Thanks to him, she ate everything she’d known for.
Many clothes, jewellery and lush water powder were purchased.
This time, she’s got a reputation for being flattered.
It wasn’t exactly what she wanted. It was the storm that dragged her in.
There’s something about the gorgeous shop, the chauvin, especially the boss.
Pity.
“What style does Madame like?” I’m sorry.
“These are the treasures of our town. I’m sorry.
“Madam is so beautiful and moony. I’m sorry.
She tried to argue several times. I’m not a wife, I’m just an aunt.
But she took it from him, and at the beginning he told her to pick it, and she said no, really no.
So he picks out his own hand, stretches out a finger and sweeps through the shelf in a row.
“This, this, this, all of it…”
He’s trying to empty the store. She’s desperate to reach out and hold his hand.
“I’ll do it myself, I’ll do it myself. Don’t bother me. I’m sorry.
He was standing by her side, laughing softly with her shoulder, “Show more, don’t call me a joker. I’m sorry.
It’s a gruesome purchase.
And when she returned to her home, she accidentally hit her in debt, and he put him on her thigh, and his hand touched her cheek and whispered to her with a very rare tender voice, “Sleep for a while, little girl. I’m sorry.
She was so tired and vigilant that she fell down, like a gentle little cat, rubbing on his legs and looking up.
He’s good for her, too, and he’ll notice.
She was pregnant when she slept in her garden.
Son.
The child willows came to see her, and she showed up, and she slapped her back.
Tell her:
“What’s missing, what you want, just say, the food from your yard, I’ll see for myself.
It’s a good idea.
It’s nice to see you, too. It’s kind of stupid.
The head came in and then fell on her belly and listened to the sound.
I heard it, and I wrinkled it, and I looked at it, and I looked at it.
Nothing?
He smiled with his lips down and his eyes turned to moon teeth.
“What are you laughing at, little girl?”
♪ Is that it? ♪
She reached out with a long finger and pressed it on his forehead and laughed “My Lord, you”
It’s just a month.
The scenery was staring at her grotesque smile, and she didn’t have the guts to act.
Wait, look at her with a smile.
She pushed him a little, and if he thought about it, he studied it.
One time?”
Her hands covered her face. He broke her hand while he kept remembering:
“It may have been the time we took a bath, well, too many times, I can’t remember…”
She had a red ear and said, “Oh, I hate it, I love it.”
He shaved her nose with his finger. “It’s hundreds of times. The little girl’s still shy.”
She bit his fingertips and looked at him, “Stop it…”
The more he gets excited, the more he laughs, the more he laughs, the more he says, “What’s so bad that I’ll tell you what’s going on?” I’m sorry.
The joy of the scenery was briefly maintained until night.
He was going to do something, and she put her hand on his chest and cleaned it out, and she was so good that she moved out a set of words:
“The doctor said it would hurt the child to be unable to act during this period. I’m sorry.
He was like a wounded wolf, rubbing her arm, whispering, “What do I do?” I’m sorry.
She’s laughing, she can finally deal with him, and she’s making a sound. “Perhaps, bear with it. I’m sorry.
“How long? “October of the birth…”
In the middle of the night he got up and took a shower.
On the second night, he looked at her on the bed and smiled with no kindness. She felt something wrong. His eyes were as if he were a wolf and a fox, as if he were a fox. Yoo-wei quickly covered up the covers, turned around, turned his back on him, punched him in the face.
I’m sorry.
“I’m tired. I’m asleep, sir.”
He’s so hot, he’s got his hands on her chest, his lips on her ears.
Now, I’m laughing:
“You’ve been sleeping all day. What are you sleeping for? Get up and spend a little time with me. I’m sorry.
She softly refused: “I don’t want to. The doctor said, “No.”
He held her hand and smiled so vaguely:
“I didn’t say anything about playing. What are you thinking?
She’s got a red ear.
She’s kind of trying to put a pillow on him, but she hasn’t been flattered.
degrees.
Ten.
A good life is a good life.
She was well protected. No one bullied her, and so was the mother.
Well, take special care of her.
It’s in her yard when it’s nothing. The almonds were blooming in the spring yard, and he took them off her hair and picked her jaw.
For a while, smile:
“Hey, little girl, you’ve got a lot of face…”
She wasn’t very concerned about her face, but she told him to say it.
There are hidden concerns in the eyebrow.
She was taken away long ago as one who was pleased with herself, and the heart of the chalices.
“What shall I do? I’ll eat less…”
He was holding on to a bad laugh and his eyes were moving down from his jaw and whispering:
“No, it’s good, it’s not just a face, it’s another place to go up…”
The almonds swayed, and her face was three points more pink than apricot.
In the summer, he held her by the bouquet of bouquets, and he shook her.
Slap, and pass the green grapes in her mouth.
“Why are you so hot, little girl?”
The pregnant woman’s already hot. He had to hold her in his arms.
She’s got to get out of his arms.
He held her down, “What? I’m sorry.
She said, “Isn’t he hot?” I leave you alone… ..and he put his lips on her forehead, and he beat her and said, ..heat can take off her clothes.
He said, “Hey, I’m a wife and a slave.
“The sky will be round you…”
Because of the “wife” word, she was in a hurry.
He saw her and stopped moving his hand. He looked at her, “What are you doing, little girl?
Head…”
She shakes her head and is lazyly lurking in his arms to see the moon.
After the fall, the weather was getting colder, and he didn’t take her out for a long time.
Her tummy and drums are swelling and action is starting to get in trouble.
The book moved into her house.
Most of the time, she’s sleeping. He’s busy. He’s busy.
A cold face to rub her little face in the nest, but she fell asleep without moving.
Here.
“How can a little girl sleep so well?
And he said, “That’s enough of her eyebrow, nostrils, cheeks, lips.”
Drill into the bed to get warm, warm and soft on her.
She’s in a sweet sleep and she’s held tight.
On the night of the first snowfall, she bit his whole hand and back in black and white.
The little face is sweaty.
The old princess, the great princess and the little princess were told to go out.
He’s as white as she is in bed. “She’ll be scared, I’ll be with her. It must have hurt so much that she sheds so much tears and I knew it would stop.”
He’s a little out of his mind.
This is the first time in his life that a golden prince is afraid.
It’s also the first time that the people of the U.N. have seen him.
The hearts are made of flesh, and the princesses are no longer persuaded to stand and pray.
He lets her bite, and all patience and tenderness are making this work.
She bit his arm with tears and looked at him, “My Lord, I hurt…”
He rubbed her hair, and the mute said, “No more, no more, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“If I don’t, I’ll take good care of my children…”
He listened, pressed her arms, red-eyed, and beat her again: “If you dare, little girl…” He didn’t even dare say the word “dead,” “I’ll throw your kid out in the field…” She’s been strangling, breathing, biting her teeth, staring at him.
The power to care for children is full.
I don’t know.
She fell asleep and was so happy to hear the old princess laugh:
“Look at this little man, when he was a kid, a model was printed…”
And the madam smiled: “Don’t be as angry as a son of a bitch…”
The old princess smiled: “The willows have a good temper, and the children should be able to be gentle…”
The child will laugh, “My father, I hold him…”
“Be good, brother. Come on, give your mother a hug…”
They laugh and laugh.
Listen to what they’re saying.
She closed her eyes and suddenly she cried.
She was pregnant in October, but her child was not her.
An aunt is an aunt, not one’s wife, not one’s mother.
She kicked her ass when she was crawling into bed.
Go on.
He was a little shocked. He reacted. Smash the ash.
His hands and feet, press her under his body, and he says, “What? It’s a rebellion.
You? I’m sorry.
She was staring at him, looking at him like an enemy.
I am. I’m sorry.
“You’re a ghost, aren’t you?” I’m sorry.
She was still staring at him.
He’s angry and funny. “What are you looking at? What did he do to you? I’m sorry.
Her chest was so high and sore and she thought she was born in October.
Kid, she didn’t even drink her tits. She was so scared.
The cowards were burned away by a mother’s anger.
She shouted and tried to kick him, “Let go of me, don’t touch me…”
I hate you. I hate you.
He was so angry and he sat on her.
“I’ll be damned if I say I’m sorry.
I see. * She bites her teeth, she’s angry, she keeps all her savings in her heart *
Put it out:
“You’re selfish, you’re shameless, you’re lying…”
“I’m gone, I’m gone, you have to bring me back…”
His face is cold, “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t go to the family’s relay…”
She shivered and stung, and she said, “Be someone else’s relay, like your aunt.”
Good.
He started to get cold with her hands on him, and his voice got cold in half:
“Oh, what’s wrong with being my aunt? Tell me something. You can say something ugly.
I’ll let you go and give you some dowry.
Others are the relays…”
She’s got tears in her eyes and her lips shaking:
“You’re just gonna be mean to me, you’re gonna scare me. You’re just gonna treat me like shit.
What’s good for you?
Yeah, I don’t get a good night’s sleep all night long.
I, you want a woman so much, why don’t you go find someone else and fuck with me…”
He couldn’t bear to be angry, and he wondered, “What have I done to you?”
“You hate me in bed…”
“What did I do to you in bed? “I say no, you have to, you don’t let me say it back, you’re mean to me…”
He’s mute. All right. He admits he’s a little desperate for her.
It’s his fault.
The men in the camp said, “A woman says no, but he says it’s true.”
Just say no for her, who knows she’s real.
He was frustrated, he was silent for a moment, he whispered, “What else?
Okay? Go on.
She went on complaining in her mouth: “You let me have children…”
He thought about it and whispered, “No more.”
And suddenly she cried, and she cried intermittently.
“No, you have something to say.
“Speak, why cry…”
She’s crying all the time.
“Don’t cry, you can’t cry without hearing the doctor
“The child weepeth…”
She smitten and cried: “You must give the weasel a new year to the chickens. I’m sorry.
“Well, the kids told you to cheat. You don’t have to play with me.
“Before you…” She cried, and her chest fell up and down.
He finally understood what happened to her today.
He put his forehead on her forehead, and he sighed:
“Come on, I’m a weasel. Don’t cry. The baby’s yours.
It’ll take away…”
She looked at him with her eyes open and reached out to wipe out her tears.
“I’m here. I won’t let anyone take the baby away. I’m sorry.
“I heard everything.”
“Do you think the words of the master are true, or do others? I’m sorry.
She cried, she looked away.
He held her face and whispered, “You’re a little girl. You’re always quiet.
There’s so much in it. I’m sorry.
She automatically moved the sight to the side, and he ordered her to look at me. I’m sorry.
She was forced to look at him, rubbed her hair, and said:
I know you’re upset, but I can’t help it.
I can’t give it to you now. I can only give you the best I can.
Yeah. I’m sorry.
“The brother of the child willow is my brother in the field, who gave me the child’s willow to die for me. She was in a difficult situation at the child’s home, in charge of her stepmother, who was in poor condition and had few years to live, so I married her and wanted her to be happy this last day. I’m sorry.
“I’m a brother and sister. We have nothing to do with her. She means nothing to me, and she knows that I only miss you. We’ll just cover each other. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t think about it. I thought we’d have a lot of kids later. She’s a poor girl. She’s gone. I’m sorry.
“I regretted the day you had the baby, you broke into the house to have the baby, and I can’t let him call someone mother. I’m sorry, little girl. I’m sorry.
“Stop messing with me and tell me what you did wrong. I’m sorry.
He rubbed her face and put her hands to the hot chest.
Her eyes are still red, and she’s like, “Really? Give it back to me?”
He held her hand to his face and noded his head. I’m sorry.
There is no doubt in her mind that he has always done what he says and done what he will.
Her tears were so bright, she looked at him and whispered, “Thank you, sir…”
He’s gonna remember something, and after the fall, he’s gonna choke her on the cheeks and bite her teeth: “What did you say earlier, selfish, shameless, lying? I’m sorry.
She looked at him with her eyes red, and she whispered, “If you’re angry, my lord,
You think I’m gonna do it?”
“You don’t know what your nickname is? It’s called a lowlife. Ooh.
By the way, did you say you’d rather be someone else’s relay than…?
The more he looked back, the lower he looked.
And suddenly she knew not where she had been born, and put her hands on his shoulder,
Kiss him.
He was stupidly kissed, pushed in the back of her head, focused on kissing, forgot to count with her.
It’s over.
I don’t know.
Quantified
When the scenery is gone, the child willows are always happy to go to the Viana gate.
Eating, drinking, teasing, picking flowers, swinging, catching, snarling…
The wife and concubine are at peace, but the mood is always flat.
For example, Wei has developed a new dish. He just brought two people to sit down.
If she gets tired of it, she’ll suddenly say, “Yah, Willow may not have eaten yet.
Let’s get her together… “The child willows are always blind, smiling and squeezing among them, eating their mouths.
Sliding, glitter eyes, sweet little mouths like, “Vivy cooks all day.”
Next up, I’m going to have another…”
“You’re going to be a pig.” I’m sorry.
Before I finished laughing, she was beaten hard on her arm and she looked at him.
The boy will laugh and spit on him in the face of a ghost, and bet on her.
The scenery hums, and the raisins.
He made shoes for him and his children, and always brought a boy’s willow. That silly boy willow.
A girl with new shoes and socks, smiling like a child who’s never seen before, can’t stop meeting people.
And exaggerate, and pull on the scenery, and say, “See this needle, this foot, this thread, this twirl?”
“Who doesn’t have it?
It’s kind of a gift. I’m sorry.
The boy willows hold their shoes and turn around and run away.
He’s coming out of the curtains, and he sees the boy willow get angry, and the backhand is scrambling his arms.
“You’re bullying Willow again…”
“Is it my fault?”
“Who else can you be?” I’m sorry.
“It’s my fault.” “The scenery was often depressed, and he was often on his way home, rushing into the courtyard,
Half a day on the edge of the tree, the swinging boy willow-wits in the courtyard are up and running.
Ha-ha-ha. Nobody talked to him.
It’s hard to get through. Did he marry himself an aunt or something?
The girl will marry the aunt.
The boy willows were going back to their mother’s house once.
We’re going to be very nervous, and we’re going to have to talk to her.
He hasn’t opened his mouth yet, and he says, “Let’s be honest with him.
“Tomorrow you’ll have to get Willow back on the stage and let her stepmother see her well.”
I’m mad at her.
What’s going on? I’m sorry.
Jing Jiang brought a child to her home and showed her a great hand.
When he returned to King’s Hall, the boy Willow was choreographed with choreographers.
Narrative.
Wretched by the door, with their hands on their backs, and they were nuanced.
He sought out the famous doctor in the mountains of Daecheon, and failed to keep the young willow alive.
The child will die in the spring of the willows. When she died, she was holding the scenery with her hand, and she was laughing like before.
Naughty.
“In the last few days, I’ve had a very good time.
I put on new shoes before I died. Nobody made them to me since my mother died.
I can’t leave you. I’m sorry.
She laughs like a willow, and there’s a little silence:
It’s too bad. I’m just going to wash my cards. Don’t be sorry.
I’m sorry.
It’s like a curse when tears fall out of her lips.
The scenery was so red, the hair of the willows was rubbing, and the gentle voice was, “A silly girl, don’t want to laugh.
When you want to cry…
Even though he’s always flirting with her, she’s a real sister.
A child’s willows will be relieved, no more laughter, a drop of tears in their eyes, and the sound will grow.
Dim down:
“I don’t like it, I haven’t had enough fun…”
Close her eyes and she smiles: “The sky is jealous, the sun is sad…”
A child’s willow had to be deviant when he died.
Those who have not been loved are always careful to give it back.
