045 His Laugh and Cry
The pitch-black hair fell along the sides of her cheeks, and his delicate and beautiful face was exposed little by little. Jian eyebrows are straight, his lips are half-opened, making a mocking laugh, and those eyes can be cold, arrogant, or honorable, but at this moment, they are a kind of suffocating void.
As if... It was a dead silence, as if... It was an incomparable void.
Two lines of clear tears fell down his eyes, as if there was no end, a drop... a drop... constantly falling...
It was the opposite of the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Moye-crying? !
She stared at his tears blankly, and for a moment, she felt as if her chest was blocked, and she could barely breathe.
Or, she never thought that a man like him would smile desperately in front of her, but shed tears.
"Xiao... Xiao Moye..." Her fingers couldn't help but wipe his tears.
Stop shed tears, and stop smiling like this. Obviously he treated her savagely just now, but now why does she think she owes him
It was as if she... destroyed all his hopes.
"Haha... Haha..." He was still smiling, and his black eyes soaked in tears looked at her hollowly, "Why do you want to wipe my tears? Wouldn't you never love me again? Why do you want to Touch me, why don't you run away?"
"I..." She bit her lip, yeah, why! But even Chu Huan couldn't answer it himself.
"If... you really won't fall in love with me in the future, then—" He slowly pulled her hands against his cheeks and slid them all the way to his neck.
His hands covered hers, and his voice said, "It's better to kill me now."
Her palm was forced to press against his neck, and across his skin, she felt the surge of his blood...
kill him? How could she kill him!
But his hand pressed her palm harder and harder, clasping his neck tightly...
No! No! If this continues, he will...
The heart was trembling, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her eyes were full of his determination.
Why can he do this
Why can a word of her cause such a reaction from him
There are too many reasons, flooding her mind. On the back of his hand, tears were splashed unconsciously, and there was a slight pain in his heart.
The force in his hand is getting stronger and stronger, and with her hand, it really seems to be choking off his throat.
"Don't... don't! Let go of me! Let go of my hand! I will fall in love with you, and I will try my best to fall in love with you! Xiao Moye, let go!" She shouted desperately, flustered, scared, Tension, regret... Too many emotions are mixed together. So that when she finished shouting this sentence, she fainted.
The delicate body, leaning back softly, fell back on the soft sofa, and her hands were covered by his hands from beginning to end, and they were never loosened at all.
He drooped his eyelids lightly and looked at him in a coma with a heavy gaze, "Huan, is this your cruelty or kindness?"
But no one answered his question.
The lights are bright, but on his elegant and exquisite face, there are haze and absolutely intertwined...