chi flat irons languidly lying on the grass, his head in my lap, the long eyelashes over his eyes, pale sunshine in his aquiline nose and cast a shadow.Light blue robe some grass clippings, creased, usually dressed in clothes, and a thorn to open neckline, revealing a large bronze skin.
"File" a metal like collision, also like so long, with indistinct in the wind came."Listen, what is that noise?"I gently pushed chi straightener shoulders.CHI intolerance to turned over, mumbled: "low is no fragrance looking for me, don't worry."Well, what is it?Nikko spring were short, ever since King no early morning?
Think of grave that knee-high grass, I'm speechless.In the chi iron eyes that all people are irrelevant?Just because disdain, would rather let me alone to die in this, retire?"She lives struggling to various desires and Machiavellian, too tired.After his death, CHI didn't want to use secular utilitarian heart of pollution to the net.If not simply love her, love her, came again, for she has no meaning."
http://www.chihairstraightenerv.com/
没有评论:
发表评论