Book1:TeDream-Maker
书迷正在阅读：镇墓魔女与她的狼 , 说爱我（1v1） , 金色仳离 , 《繁星坠落时》前菁英刑警现暴躁攻x暗黑杀手偏执疯狂受——我不想做谁的英雄，只想做你的英雄xCWT69 , 覆盆子鲜奶油与炒面面包 — 平凡与耀眼的同班日记 , 隔壁机长大叔是饿狼（高H rou文 1V1） , 春生朽木/母子骨科 , 尸满江山俪人行:第一部—火烧药人谷... , 女巫彻夜难眠 , 禀性难移np（gl纯百） , 性奴男友也需要爱抚（女尊） , 慕云记（古风宫廷/皇帝攻/总攻/双性生子/SP/SM）
eher’sextremeanddespairingdition，herheartwasfilledwithonlyloveandnottheslightestvestigeofhate． 13 "IfIremembercorrectly，it’syourtwenty-firstbirthdaytoday,Laverne，AmIright?" "Yes，mom，itis.” "Happybirthday，mydear．I’msosorrythatwearenotabletocelebrateitforyouwithpresents，abirthdaycakeandaparty．Orary，thewholefamilyhasbeenaheavyburdenonyou.”Laverne’seyesfilledwithtearsandshereplied, "Saynomore,mom．We’reafamily．It’sverystuffyinyourroom．Dad’soutinthebackyard．Wouldyoulikemetopushyoutheretooforsomefreshair?" "Thatwouldbenice.”LaverlypushedMrs．JohnsoothegardeoMr．Johnson’schair． Laverne’sslenderfigurecouldbeseelymovingaroundi，preparingdinner．Fromthewindowwhichlookedoutonthebackyard,shecouldseetheoldcouple，bothsmotedownharshlybythesamefate，yetstillfullofloveandpassion．Mr．Johnsonwasfeedinghiswifeslicesofappledippedinmayonnaise，herfavoritesnack．Hewasaverypassionateman,whotookcareofhiswife，the"speakingdeadbody"withoutanypints．Therewasnoexpnationforthatexceptloveandrespeanlife．WheLavernelookedagain，shesawMr．Johnsonhadputawoolenhiswife’shead，wheremedicationhadcausedgreatlossofhair．Mrs．Johnsonhadfallenasleepandyuhetree，caressedbytheeveningbreeze．Shesleptonwithanaive，infant-likesmileonherface．Perhapsshewasthinkingofherfirsthappydayonthisearth,thedayshewasborn． Freshoutoftheshower，Marksatbythedie，hiswethairlypartedandbed．Hisrotundbodyandchubbycheeksgavehimthelookofadocile,rownboy．HisrgerollingeyesfollowedLaverne’severymovementandhissimplemiobestrugglingwithsomeperplexingproblem．Laverne’sheartwaswiththeoldcoupleinthegarden．Shelovedthemandwaswillingtogivethemherall，althoughshewasnobloodretiohappytakingcareofthem，eventhoughshewasnotamemberofthefamily．Walkingtowardsthedie，shepattedMark’scheeksandsaid， "WhatareyouthinkingofMarkyboy?" "I’mthinkingaboutamathematicalproblem.” "youtellmeaboutit?" 13 "Youtaughtmetenfingersaoesmaketwenty.” "Right．Tenandtewenty.” "Foryouitmayberight,butforme,it’swrong.” "Howso?tyersandtoes．Doyouhavemorethay?" "Forme，tenandtewenty-one.”Unzippinghimself,hepulledouthispenisandsaid，"Addthisoneandyougettwenty-one!"Laverneblushedredasabeetatthisbtantimpertinence．ShefeltMarkwasbeingdeliberatelyimpertiandrudetoher，butshecouldnotbelievehissimplemindcapableofsuchduplicity． "Imustcookdinnerandhavenotimetuewithyou．Putitbatoyourpants．I’vetoldyoutimeandagaiotakeitoutinfrontofpeople．Ifyoudon’tlistentome，Iwon’tpywithyouanymore.”Withthat，Laverurnedherbaaaboutherwork．Sheghimowicesurreptitiouslyandcatedtofindheshowednotrabarrassmentatherrebuff．Hewasstillhisnormalsimpleself．Toher，itsighathisoutbreakwasuional． "Iheardmomsayit’syourbirthdaytoday.” "Yes,itis．Doyouhaveasforme?" "Ofcourse．Thatmelhthomewasforyou.”Laverouchedthatherememberedherbirthdayandthoughtitwouldbeoshareitwithsomeone． "Mark，willyougetthemelonoutoftherefrigeratorandputitoableforme,please?"Markeagerlyjumpeddownfromhisseatandcarriedoutherorders．Laverookoutalongknifeandtothewatermelon．Tohe