< br >he slowly leaned over, stretched out his bony palm, plucked away the blanket from Xiao Lu's body, and looked at Xiao Lu's pink face. < br >Xiao Lu suddenly woke up, opened a pair of big bleary eyes and looked at the man blankly. < br >the man stretched out his hand and gently and lovingly touched Xiao Lu's little face. < br >"Daddy ~" < br >Granny Ludi gave another sweet cry. < br >"Daddy ~ ha, Daddy ~" < br >"Oh." < br >the man around him gave a low smile, his voice particularly hoarse, like a frosted one. < br >then he gently made a silent gesture to stop Xiao Lu from speaking. < br >who is he? < br >Xiaxi trembles with long feathers and wants to open her eyes. Is this a dream, is it a dream? < br >she wants to see his face. She wants to know who this man is. < br >Why does he make her feel so familiar? < br >then the man slowly put his arm on the back of the chair behind her, and the big palm supported her little head and let her rest on his shoulder. < br >his shoulders are no longer straight and depressed like an old man, but there is a reassuring and leisurely force in him that makes her want to rely on it, rely on it forever, and never leave. < br >the surroundings are quiet. The bus is driving forward, and there are only three of them on the bus. < br >the man around her hugged her, and then looked down at her little face. He pasted it slowly, using the wings of his nose against the delicate muscles of her face, gently and gently caressing her, with deep nostalgia and yearning. < br >soon, his lips kissed and touched her delicate red lips. < br >he kissed her gently, depicting her delicate lip line little by little, as if he were treating something rare and rare. < br >he didn't push hard. He didn't dare to do it. < br >kissed like this for a few seconds, really only a few seconds, briefly let people feel that it was a dream, he let go of her. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >his body began to tremble and his breathing was not smooth. < br >Xia Xiyi heard the sound of his shortness of breath. He seemed to have difficulty breathing. As soon as his lean chest went up and down, he inhaled and exhaled, and maybe he would stop breathing the next second. < br >the two men in black quickly put an oxygen mask on his face and carried him into a wheelchair. < br >he's gone. < br >he's gone. < br >Xia Xiyi looked at his frail figure and tried to open her mouth to call him, but she closed her red lips and could not make any sound of pain. < br >soon he was out of her sight. < br >Don't go. < br >Don't go! < br >Please, don't go! < br >Lu Hanting! < br >Xiaxi let out a heart-wrenching scream and suddenly opened her eyes. < br >the moment she opened her eyes, her face was so hot that something suddenly fell down. She was still on the bus, but her tears were blurred, and her little face was covered with tears. < br >Xia Xiyi is suddenly confused. What happened to her? was it a dream just now? < br >the bus is still running smoothly. Xiao Lu is lying in her arms, her pink face buried in the blanket, sleeping soundly, as she was before she fell asleep, nothing has changed. < br >that was a dream. < br >she dreamt about... Lu Hanting. < br >that weak man is Lu Hanting. < br >is it because she misses him so much that she is hallucinating? < br >however, the dream just now was so real, as if he was by her side and never left. < br >-- A short story of Lu Liu's daily story-- < br >she confessed, she was just hooking up. Lure him. < br >Lord Lu gave a meal and looked at her at the moment. Beneath her cold appearance, there was such a bright and hot side. Ever since the temple met, she had tried every means to get close to him and get his attention. < br >< br/ >< br >

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