At the closed door, thinking about the night Chan raised his hand to heart, from tapping in front of the door.
"Bao Zhu, I am Zen Night heart, so I have to tell you."
"Come." Familiar with the inside-out voice.
Zen night to hear the heart's response to the hills to listen to distraction, at the ancient purple Xu nodded slightly, pushing the hesitation opened the door and then shut the door. All of the door and she was the last time to look around doors and windows closed, the light inside the dark, but this will not be afraid and fear.
He is also the last intuition should appear, then, the heart of Zen night a few steps forward, to see a familiar background.
Unlike last time so urgent, the night before looking at the heart of Zen figure does not intend to turn around to face her, and she was not prepared to speak, instead of calmly looked around from the environment. Although it is light around the dark, but can still see all the furnishings inside, perhaps too much about his last will find it here terror.
After looking around, she can determine here is a study, the pieces of calligraphy hanging on the wall, on the left side of her body filled with shelves and shelves filled with text books, look at books look too numerous to recount. On the right side of her body and that is listen to the hills where the distraction, kept the Furuki wide Zhang Zhuo, Yan-paper ink them on the table, there are books and the like, by his side recently placed under the windows of a collapse Couch seems to be working for the usual tired, her energies. Just outside the door when the hall outside, and the other outside the house is no different from the Office for the rest we discuss, teas.
Carefully read the following night Zen mind that this study is almost like this.
However, the collection is really no one here than it appears that she is really a man in front of Shishu be well-read, bright and will run from such a large shadow fort night. Then in the evening, Chan Ling listen to the heart of distraction and feeling a little better.
"Is not to say?"
After hearing footsteps, listen to the hills distraction know his heart is with the Zen Night behind him, just waiting for her to speak, but she did not Zhisheng for a long time and continue to wait for a long time, he finally could not resist the opening.
"Bao Zhu, I am Zen Night heart, so I have to tell you."
"Come." Familiar with the inside-out voice.
Zen night to hear the heart's response to the hills to listen to distraction, at the ancient purple Xu nodded slightly, pushing the hesitation opened the door and then shut the door. All of the door and she was the last time to look around doors and windows closed, the light inside the dark, but this will not be afraid and fear.
He is also the last intuition should appear, then, the heart of Zen night a few steps forward, to see a familiar background.
Unlike last time so urgent, the night before looking at the heart of Zen figure does not intend to turn around to face her, and she was not prepared to speak, instead of calmly looked around from the environment. Although it is light around the dark, but can still see all the furnishings inside, perhaps too much about his last will find it here terror.
After looking around, she can determine here is a study, the pieces of calligraphy hanging on the wall, on the left side of her body filled with shelves and shelves filled with text books, look at books look too numerous to recount. On the right side of her body and that is listen to the hills where the distraction, kept the Furuki wide Zhang Zhuo, Yan-paper ink them on the table, there are books and the like, by his side recently placed under the windows of a collapse Couch seems to be working for the usual tired, her energies. Just outside the door when the hall outside, and the other outside the house is no different from the Office for the rest we discuss, teas.
Carefully read the following night Zen mind that this study is almost like this.
However, the collection is really no one here than it appears that she is really a man in front of Shishu be well-read, bright and will run from such a large shadow fort night. Then in the evening, Chan Ling listen to the heart of distraction and feeling a little better.
"Is not to say?"
After hearing footsteps, listen to the hills distraction know his heart is with the Zen Night behind him, just waiting for her to speak, but she did not Zhisheng for a long time and continue to wait for a long time, he finally could not resist the opening.
