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"For so long, you don't want me." He asked, inexplicably, even he felt so.
For so long, he has been holding back not to come to her.
But I can't bear it anymore.
It's been months.
He really felt that he would never come to her again.
But knew that Mo Wei had left.
He was happy in his heart.
"Should I think about it?" She didn't answer, but instead asked.
This made Ling Chuan feel a bitter smile.
She hurt him again and again.
He missed her over and over again.
"An Ziqing, if I don't come to you, will you never find me?"
Without even thinking about it, she said, "Yes."
There was a sneer in his eyes, and he threw away her hand, "There is no worse woman in this world than you!"
She couldn't bear this evaluation.
An Ziqing said: "Yes, there are more women who are worse than me!"
Ling Chuan twitched his lips, sometimes he really wanted to kill her!
She is like this, heartless.
Can anger people to death.
Ling Chuan seemed to be asleep again.
An Ziqing tucked the quilt for him, ready to go away.
Get up.
Her hand was held again.
"Sleep here, I said, just sleep."
She couldn't believe it and said, "No, I sleep elsewhere."
Ling Chuan opened his eyes and glanced around.
Apart from this bed, there is no place to sleep!
Sitting up, he pulled her into his arms with a gentle force, "Don't struggle, don't make me unhappy anymore, just don't refuse tonight!"
Hearing his words, An Ziqing was a little stunned, still in a commanding tone, but why did she hear the smell of pleading? Looking up at the familiar face, she was still so handsome and resolute lines that made people so inaccessible.
But the dark eyes are a little bit tender.
"An Ziqing, I'm very tired and want to rest." He held her but leaned against her arms, his face pressed against her chest, he whispered.
She completely lost the will to resist in front of him. Yes, even the will was gone. Looking at the heinously handsome face, she faintly discovered the fatigue on his face at this time.
She felt a little distressed, "Then go to sleep, I won't make trouble, I won't make you upset."
He was really satisfied when he heard what she said. He lay down holding her and pulled the quilt to cover her. In some respects, he was always very careful.
Turn off the light, the room is very dark, but looking at his face, the facial features are still distinct, An Ziqing is held in her arms by her, against his chest-mouth, she can clearly hear the steady Heartbeat.
His breath still smelled of alcohol, spraying it on her neck.
"Ling Chuan?" She called his name.
This time he didn't respond to her again. She knew he was really asleep, but his eyebrows were still tightly twisted. She raised her hand to smooth his frowning eyebrows, but halfway through, she withdrew her hand again. .
In fact, he was so to Mo Wei and forced himself to do something she didn't like.
She is also very upset.
But if you say hate.
She really can't hate it.
Ling Chuan in his sleep subconsciously rubbed her into his arms.
From childhood to adulthood, when he held her, it was like this.
With such a natural movement, a string in her heart was lightly fiddled.
She had always slept lightly, and she slept very well that night. In his arms, there was no dream, and she slept until dawn. (End of this chapter)