“靳骐呢？”。                                                                                                             “。”                                                                                                             李澈声音平静，李澈脸瞧见其表，面经失调一样，表匮乏，经常冷冰冰，拒千里外样，经常现表都带一讥屑味，来话也带刺。                                                                                                             ，甘，为所有都清楚，有一状况外都。                                                                                                             “靳骐呢？”                                                                                                             抓李澈襟，咆哮化一样用力摇，现琼瑶nv主话，一定用夸张表，然声嘶力竭吼——“觉得快窒息了”。                                                                                                             ，里面顿顿疼，空怕，就连呼x1都疼。                                                                                                             李澈掰攥襟放。                                                                                                             “够了，凌墨，”李澈声音冷得一外雨一样，冰凉冰凉，“英国了，概回来了。”                                                                                                             “早半前就经决定了，注定离。”                                                                                                             呢，算？                                                                                                             ，却怎也了声来，就算了，又有意思呢。                                                                                                             又靳骐，就算给了答案，也。                                                                                                             “李澈，从某角度来，也算一温柔。”