The water was not cold, but the night had already covered the earth, and the date had passed.

She was not in a hurry, and she lay lazily in the warm water. She knew that the person who asked her would wait.

Besides, it doesn't matter whether he waits or not.

Xiaodie was naked and beautiful, lying in the bathtub thinking about what had just happened. She just found a butterfly bookmark on the page of the favorite poem in the poem. It was a very beautiful butterfly, but it was dead and killed.

For this, she asked Lanlan why she wanted to hurt such a beautiful little life.

She always doesn't understand why people are so cruel to butterflies. People hunt and kill wild animals because wild animals hurt people. People enslave cattle and horses and cook and kill sheep because these domestic animals are raised by humans.

But the butterfly is so kind and innocent. It spreads pollen for the beauty of the world, but does not want people to repay it.

Why do people still insist on being so cruel to it?

Lanlan's answer made her fall into deep thoughts.

Lanlan said, I went to catch it, but because it was beautiful and beautiful.

Is "beauty" also a sin?

Why is the more beautiful a life more susceptible to harm?

Lanlan said again, I actually don’t want to hurt it.

Although you don't want to hurt it, it is dead at your hands.

Lanlan pouted and said, but now it is still as beautiful as when she was alive. If I hadn't caught it, it might have died in the gutter and might have been eaten into the spider's stomach.

Xiaodie was stunned. She couldn't help but admit that Lanlan's words made sense. Although the butterfly is dead, its beauty has been preserved and appreciated.

Its life already has value.

This is true for butterflies, and so is humans.

It doesn’t matter whether a person dies or lives. What’s important is whether his life is already valuable?

"The flowers in the forest fade, spring is too fast, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. The tears of rouge remain drunk, and when will it be heavy? It is the longing of regret for life and the water will grow east."

This poem is the epitaph of the butterfly, a good poem that has been famous throughout the ages, burying a butterfly that lives and dies in the morning.

...

The playboy was standing under the tree wearing a big red cloak, and a crescent laurel climbed to the tops.

The night sky is deep, why haven't she come yet?

The playboy was indeed waiting crazy and wanted to rush to her house to ask her immediately.

But he dared not.

He dared not do anything that might upset her.

Sometimes he would get angry for himself, so angry that he felt that he was a good person, why was he bullied by her so much?

He even cursed many times and never looked for her after cursing.

But he can't.

His man was tied up by an invisible rope and pulled him to find her.

As soon as I see her, my heart is immediately filled with tenderness and my anger is gone.

A figure suddenly came out of the darkness. The playboy's heart beat: "She is here."

no.

The man staggered, and it seemed that the hat on the drunk man was also tilted, covering most of his face. He smelled a smell of alcohol from afar.

The playboy frowned. He took him when he didn't drink, and he always hated drunk people. When he was drunk himself.

But I think I am generous and cute.

He hoped that the drunkard would walk over quickly, but the drunkard would come to him and suddenly said, "Are you waiting for someone?"

The playboy raised his head and ignored him at all.

The drunk man murmured, "I have waited for someone, but if someone is worth waiting for, I will wait for you, what about you?"

The playboy said coldly: "You don't care."

The drunk man smiled and said, "Of course I can't care, but if you are waiting for a bitch, it would be too unfair."

The flower duo grabbed his clothes and suddenly said, "What did you say?"

The drunk man said, "You are not waiting for a bitch, will you still be a queen?"

The playboy said: So what?”

The drunkard smiled again and said, "She may be your queen, but she is my bitch."

The playboy furiously swung his fist. Before his fist could hit him in the face, he suddenly felt that the drunk man's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was not at all drunk.

The drunk man looked at him coldly, with a bit of mockery in his sharp eyes.

The Playboy's heart beat and he said, "Do you know who I am waiting for?"

The drunk man said, "You are waiting for Xiaodie, aren't you?"

The playboy moved and said, "Do you recognize her?"

The drunk man nodded and said, "How could I not recognize her? She is both your queen and my bitch."

The playboy was shocked suddenly. He vaguely remembered that before he got drunk last night, a young man said something similar to him!

But the resentment of the playboy could no longer bear it, and his fist was swung out again. Just as the drunk man was about to feel a severe pain in his stomach as if a sharp needle was stabbing in.

He bent down in pain, and the drunken knee had hit his face. He felt a golden star appear in front of him, falling down on his back, and the blood flowing from his nose was redder than the cloak on his body.

After all, not every strong man loves small animals like Luo Feng. Some strong man like to destroy cute and childish little things. Seeing the weak life slowly dying with his innocent big eyes open in despair, he feels inexplicable satisfaction in his heart.

...

Xiaodie was still in the bathtub. She felt the water was a little cold and wanted to get up and put on her clothes and go to the appointment.

Just as she sat up and wanted to stand up, a hand stretched out from behind and hugged her waist that was holding.

I don’t know when there was one more person, a young man, in the bathtub.

Surrounding Xiaodie's waist, the man put his face against Xiaodie's tall and fair neck and sniffed it deeply.

He said in her ear: "You don't have to go to the appointment anymore. The young man you made an appointment is now being beaten up. When you are rushing, you can only see a twisted ball of rotten meat. The scene is disgusting."

If an ordinary girl suddenly appears in the bathtub when she is taking a shower, she will definitely cover her chest and scream loudly.

But Xiaodie didn't scream, she just sighed and murmured: "He's still a child, what did he do wrong?"

The man behind him replied slowly, "Yes, a healthy teenager fell in love with a beautiful girl. No one can say he was wrong. But he was also wrong, outrageously wrong."

Xiaodie tilted her head and asked, "Where is he wrong?"

The man smiled and said, "Have you heard of the saying, 'Good is original sin'? His emotional intelligence is not enough to control a girl like you, his IQ is not enough to listen to people's advice to avoid danger, his force is not enough to protect you, or even protect yourself. He even came up with him. What's the difference between this and a moth flying into a flame?"

Xiaodie smiled, with tears in her smile, nodded and said, "When he said so, he was really wrong, it was ridiculously wrong. I should have told him that I am not his partner, and I should have known that there would be such bitter fruit."

The man shook his head and said, "It's useless. If you tell him, he won't believe it. Don't the moth know that fire will burn itself to ashes? People in love are like moths, and they are irrational. Only when he hasn't seen you and you have never seen him can this be avoided."

Xiaodie couldn't help but burst into tears: "Yes, I shouldn't have seen any man and be his own bitch with peace of mind."

She wiped away her tears, turned her head, staring at the young man behind her with a cold look.

She unexpectedly discovered that the man was very handsome, with a cynical smile on his overly young face, but he had a maturity beyond his age.

This is a young man with a story. Any girl will be interested in him at first sight.

But his hands were very dishonest and had already turned around her delicate body several times, touching all the places that should be touched and the places that should not be touched.

Xiaodie said, "Don't you know that I shouldn't see you? Even if you are the man's right-hand man and his most ferocious and loyal dog, he will not let you go if he knows what you have done to me now."

The man shrugged and said indifferently: "That man may be the hell demon to you, but to me, he is like an ant. I like a boy you made an appointment with me. If you beg me sincerely, I will just rush to save him now."

Xiaodie broke free from the man's arms, walked out of the bathtub, knelt in front of the bathtub, prostrated herself, and gave him a deep gift.

If a girl is wearing nothing, kneeling down in front of a young boy like this, and performing such a courtesy, she must be very sincere.

Luo Feng couldn't help but be moved by Xiaodie's sincerity.

After Xiaodie knelt down, she sat up and stood up, posing in an attractive position.

It was a very attractive position, especially when a beautiful girl like Xiaodie posed, it would make every man you see was absent-minded.

Luo Feng couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Xiaodie blinked the watery eyes and said word by word: "If you can kill that person, everything about Xiaodie will be yours."
Chapter completed!