Goethe pinched Margarita Magba’s tone became more and more indifferent.
Be pinched, Ba Magritda Magritta tried to refute, but Ba even pinched her cheeks. She couldn’t speak. After several attempts, she finally …
Wow, I cried!
When Margarita Margo cried, Goethe let go and took Margarita Margo into his arms.
There are no words.
No words are needed at this time.
Moving is the best.
"Song, Goethe, your hand, your hand"
In sobs, Margarita Margo suddenly looked up with tearful eyes and said
"Oh?"
"Habit becomes nature"
Goethe is very naturally replied
In hand?
Habit becomes nature, so you should continue to get used to it.
Margarita Margo blushed and struggled-humming the main means of struggle with a slight twisting of her body as an auxiliary, and finally chose to bury her head in Goethe’s chest.
She is ready.
Or …
She doesn’t know whether she is ready or not.
She just wants to find someone to lean on now.
Goethe just appeared.
Goethe just doesn’t hate it.
Goethe happens to be good-looking.
Just …
Margarita Margo has found too many reasons to talk about herself. It is always a word, and she chose to accept it.
Is-
"See if I try my best to comfort you. Can you lend me 3w gold?"
Goethe increasingly gentle voice asked.
Margarita Margo? ? ?
She’s all set!
Suddenly come to this sentence?
Is it suitable?
Is it reasonable?
Margarita Margo looked up at Goethe with anger in her eyes.
