多少个一百分的荣光,都抵不过一个快乐的童年。夜深了,疲倦的明子头一沾到枕头就进入了梦乡。淡淡的月光透过纱窗均匀地铺洒在床头,也铺洒在明子白净的脸上,看起来真像一幅淡雅的水墨画。这时,门轻轻地打开了。一个身影蹑手蹑脚地走到床头,在明子额头上贴了 How many hundred percent of the glory, but arrived a happy childhood. Late at night, Tired Minzai first fell asleep on the pillow into the sleepy. A touch of moonlight through the screens evenly spread in the bed, also sprinkled on the clear subtle white face, looks like an elegant ink painting. At this moment, the door opened gently. A figure crept to the bed, affixed to the forehead of Akiko