第十二章想要,就自己动手(3/6)

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                                                                                                                                                                她期艾的目光开始变得迷离，视线直勾勾地盯着面前拥有一副好皮囊的男人，痴迷的看着英挺的面容，神情恍惚道，“我，我不知道了……”
                                                                                                                                                                “你有想着逃跑吗？”
                                                                                                                                                                儒雅的声音，静如幽潭，却又深不可测。
                                                                                                                                                                “没有，没有，真的没有……”
                                                                                                                                                                她懵然的眼神中掠起一片惊慌，极力摇头。
                                                                                                                                                                “千万别想着跑，知道么？”
                                                                                                                                                                他气度平和的坐下来，修长的指节触摸着她汗津津的小脸，勾勒着她脸庞的轮廓。
                                                                                                                                                                “知道，我不跑，不跑。”
                                                                                                                                                                一把抓住他的手，他手心微凉的触感让她觉得好舒服，捏着他的掌心，她不由自主的用脸颊磨蹭着他的手心，“先生，我好难受，救救我。”
                                                                                                                      

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