Avoid, so uncomfortable

The wind blows, with the coolness that is hard to find in summer. Let Jiuyin feel cool and comfortable all over his body. It's a pity that nine sounds can't sleep in the middle of the night. They don't know what sleeping pills to take, and they don't know where to put them. They don't bother to look for them. Inexplicable imagined a lot, the whole day's things, repeatedly appeared in their own mind, to dawn, nine sounds to sleep, but only rested for half an hour. In summer, it hasn't rained for a long time. In my memory, the feeling of rain subtly felt light, as if it had been raining for half a century. Nine tones sighed in my heart. Time passed so fast that nine tones could not react. Even Grandma's death day has been forgotten by nine tones, and nine tones are very sad in my heart. Listening to songs, sitting in a chair on the balcony, hands on the table, clutching, difficult and twisted cheeks, tears swirling in eyes. But, nine tone endure, didn't let her fall, stubborn endure. She never wanted to fall in love with Yongxia. The voice of Gong Xinle crying has been wandering in the mind of Jiuyin, and she doesn't want to be sorry for Gong Xinle. Gong Xinle people are so kind, gentle and kind, and don't want to be sorry. It is clear in my heart that the person who should match Yongxia is the palace Xinle that anthomaniac people say, not Jiuyin himself. My heart has always been very clear, and... why Yongxia? Nine tone don't understand, play her? She is a wild girl from the mountains, just working. Compared with him, inferiority complex spread all over the body. Lower your head, there are no tears, your hair is scattered in front, and your sobs are suppressed by nine tones. I don't know why, I feel uncomfortable when I think of Yongxia and Gongxinle. Thinking of Gong Xinle crying, Jiuyin's inner feeling is that. I don't understand these inexplicable feelings. I don't know that the seed "like" has sprouted and sprouted. Yongxia came out, listless and expressionless, but it was easier to see that he didn't go to sleep last night. Stopped, looking at nine tones, a little know and understand, his unintentional confession just make her like this. Silence, because Gong Xinle? Less than summer, what happened to Guan Gong Xin Le? ? ? Nine tones sit where, did not find Yongxia has been sitting where to look at themselves. She was silent in sorrow, and her heart was tangled, which made Jiuyin feel difficult to breathe, and the feeling of suffocation was so painful and sad. Why is it like this? Lifted his head, nine tones just found it, wiped the tears that had oozed out, didn't say anything, and his eyes never left Yongxia's face for a moment. His doubts, nine tones saw it. However, Jiuyin deliberately pretends not to see, doesn't want to explain, doesn't want to give birth to so many inexplicable topics, makes feelings evolve, doesn't want to have too much guilt, and doesn't want anything. "Nine tones, why? Crying?" Yongxia came over and sat down at that moment. Yongxia brushed away her tears on the other side and sat opposite Jiuyin. "No one bullied me, just uncomfortable!" "Oh! Nine tones, I like you, and you must like me!" This sentence is a bit overbearing feeling, just like a bad boy in bad, giving people another different feeling. And this kind of bad is only for nine tones, and other people are not qualified. Nine tones make Yongxia look like this. Her cheerful "laziness" awakened. "Er... sweat, you are bored! Telling cold jokes early in the morning. I tell you, it's not funny at all!" Nine tone tone has a trace of annoyance, she wants to escape, good awkward good guilt good uncomfortable. The feeling of suffocation. Nine tones stood up, just took a step, but was grabbed by Yongxia, was pulled by him, the center of gravity was unstable, and poured into Yongxia's hard chest. Close eye contact makes Jiuyin's face burst red, and her lips are stuck with something, kiss. Blood smell spreads into the nose and stomach of Jiuyin, which is thick, but with a sweet and greasy taste. Nine tones are obviously annoying, but they can't resist. Yongxia loosened the nine tones, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Is my kiss okay?" Nine tones blushed, brushed their ears straight, and then ran into the house, ignoring Yongxia. What's wrong with yourself? What's the matter? What's the matter? He kissed himself, but he didn't have the strength to push her away. Do you like it yourself? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know... Cover yourself and hold your feet with both hands. Why is it like this? Why does Gong Xinle's crying always appear in his mind? It seems to be very profound, and it smells bloody and sweet. Is he a vampire? Nine tones vetoed this thought in the next second, scolding themselves for nothing. Why is it possible that vampires exist? That's just a character in Grandma's story. The quietness of the room, the feeling of quiet death. No one came to disturb Jiuyin. Yongxia went out, and his desire couldn't stop. Chen Butler stood next to Xiaoyanglou, listening to the birds, and Xiaoyanglou still had an indescribable silence. Nine tones are still alive, which surprised Chen Butler. Yongxia is a vampire, a vampire in fairy tales. Did the prince meet Cinderella? Butler Chen can't guess. Chen Butler helped Yongxia hide from his adoptive parents and help him study Sakura Ya. His adoptive father and mother had no idea. Chen housekeeper completely regards Yongxia as a relative, and Chen housekeeper is old. Time brutally seized his youth. Everyone's affairs, different environments, different people and things, Yongxia sucking blood, Jiuyin holding his head, Gong Xinle's wry smile, Jiang Tian's confusion, and Chen's guessing. Unknown quarrels, dreamy future, disappear at the end of dusk. Quiet, silent, helpless drifting with the wind … In fact, Yongxia doesn't understand why nine tones are like this, which is unacceptable. Is Gong Xinle's influence so great on Jiuyin? Yongxia doesn't understand and can't understand. With doubts, blood sucking makes Yongxia more and more crazy, and the unowned undead are in the street, holding resentment, and I don't know where to go. One event, four people helpless. Nine tones want to avoid, the heart in the rapid jump, thinking about how to throw away guilt, leaving only the heartbeat. Thinking of Grandma, how warm it is to lie in the arms of relatives and sleep. Time goes by, and nine tones don't sleep in the arms of others. Always alone, alone. Since Grandma died! Vampires, has always been a vampire, blood red gradually noisy ink sky, clearly a big thing is happening, but people under the sky are quiet. The pond is fluctuating, small whirlpool...