Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Every time they walked through every symbolic place, Michelle would tell stories related to this place, just like a guide, but no guide was as good as her. She kept telling.

Leon replied seriously.

It had been more than two hours since they set out in the morning, and Michelle had been talking about it for more than two hours. Leon was afraid that she would be hoarse if she continued, but he couldn\'t put out her enthusiasm directly.

When he caught a glimpse of an ice cream shop, Leon had an idea.

"Sister, do you want strawberry ice cream?"

When Michelle got up in the morning, she told herself not to damage her brother\'s trip experience about getting familiar with Lexingport City because of eating.

Although the sun was not high above their heads and they walked in a cool place, when it came to strawberry ice cream, Michelle felt hot and urgently needed to taste the coolness of ice cream.

In an instant, she was taken away from her original plan and

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vering your mouth?" Leon suspected that he had smelled something and asked her to cover her mouth. If he did, he would be ashamed to see others.

He raised his arm and smelled by himself. There was only the incense he used to smoke clothes all year round, which was very light and there was nothing else.

"My heart is beating so fast. I\'m afraid it will jump out." Michelle\'s heart was slowly recovering, and her face was not red anymore.

It was the first time that Leon had heard such an explanation, and he felt very novel. Looking at her serious face, he sighed slightly.

"It seems that you really scared. I should have called you in advance." Leon touched her head to comfort her and apologized, "I\'m sorry, Michelle."

Michelle\'s heart had already calmed down. She let go of her hand and gasped, "No, no. I didn\'t walk well and bumped into my brother. Brother, did I hurt you? "

"No, I didn\'t. But you, does your forehead hurt?" Leon gently stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her reddish skin with its fingers.

The warmth and softness of her finger pulps really dispelled the pain on her forehead, but her heart, which had just calmed down, began to beat wildly again.

She must be sick.

She must have a heart attack.