still some patches of dots

ChenXiaoRan closes his eyes, deep in her heart cried fuck, no longer dike, under her pillow touch out a dream, and turn to the first 68 page, without waiting for read on hearing his own bed on a sound sat down a land MAO, hand held a chubby basketball, profuse sweat, said, Yao, intellectuals, ah, come, I have here intellectuals could read it book, give you see, and a KuangLang 1 stood up and gave it to ChenXiaoRan a roll MAO's book, book, it seems, are still some patches of dots, send out some ambiguity of odour.

ChenXiaoRan open on see, see was bestrewed above ah, ah, HMM, whoa, whoa extremely few well-chosen turns of phrase sentence, and the rest is some ellipsis, then turn over, some of the printed beauty naked with extremely exaggerated posture into ChenXiaoRan eyes, ChenXiaoRan had been electrified shake hands, a book dropped on the bed, has a slight wheeze, he remembered the beautiful maomao, closes his eyes, and tears came out.

But later you, certainly didn't pick. ChenXiaoRan dim ground say. The first place is who? ChenXiaoRan lazily asked. Hold his mama, sports school principal nephew! A tall eyes filled with anger.