somehow thought that the little crooked

"How was your evening?" Yu's room came the sound of wood, "a whirlwind, and the small crooked fight?" This eighteen surprising to see their hands holding chopsticks grill, several mbt shoes sale big mouth and eat cake, she had felt Huanguo Lai. "Fortunately, if the fight is resolved, you know what to say little crooked? He said he likes ... ..." living room lights, and eighteen instinctively close your eyes, back to see the wood for the home of the white feather shirt
His eyes seemed different, Leng Leng looking mouth is filled with cream cakes in the eighth, good for a while nothing happens. Eighth discovered that the cake reads "Happy Birthday" on the table and wine, candles. "Who ... ... birthday?" Eighteen looked at the appalling was his birthday cake stamp, feeling himself made a huge mistake. "My birthday." Wood lower down the voice of birds. Then, the living room lights off, revealing the bedroom light, this moment, seem very warm. "Why turn off the lights ... ..." just turned eighteen, turned out to be silent feather cover of wood under the lip. The sweet smell of melted butter cake, the mixture of two different kinds of soft, hand to push the wood eighteen feathers struggling, he took the opportunity to hold her hand. Eighth the other hand, chopsticks, crackling
The dropped on the floor, her back is the heart of wood birds, and white shirt collar touch. "I feel bad?" Wood Yu asked quietly bowed his head, he could hear the eighth tight breathing, in through the window of the moon, thin on the birthday cake falls. "Small crooked little crooked that he ... ... ... ..." a blank-eighth consciousness, she did not know what to say, much deliberation, somehow thought that the little crooked.