This is how the word sounds so sensitive

Chen made to hold a single cell plate, the Sun Ke the action to be ignored. Bent, body tilted forward the incredible 45 °, Couguo face, eyes closed, deep breath.

"Ah ... ... you still so fragrant! Or the taste of night."

Sun Ke pushing hands, the body almost fell to the ground, and help students look at their own four. Only three of their Westernstyle care of eating pasta, drinking his

soup, from time to time raised his eyes, and rejoiced in watching Sun Ke, one of the shrug, Du Zhuozui, shaking his head.

Three hearts are with the care of Lehe: night? This is how the word sounds so sensitive.

"Oh, you, you ah in this work." Sun Le Xin regretted her screamed at that time.

"Ah, 是 ah." Chen back very simply.

Sun Ke was in the heart made up his mind, the next dead do not come this breakfast!