Qiao Yanli said a lot alone. He lowered his eyes and looked deeply at Xia Yanxi, who was shaking under the quilt. He gently placed his knuckled fingers on the quilt, "Yan Xi, come out and face everything. , okay?"
Xia Yanxi slowly loosened the tight grip on the quilt and let him pull the quilt away from her head.
The moment she saw the light, she subconsciously covered the right side of her face with her hand. In front of the person you love, you are still ashamed to let him see your ugliest side.
As smart as Qiao Yanli, how could he not understand Xia Yanxi's thoughts? He gently pulled her hand away and looked deeply into the injured face. She doesn't feel ugly, on the contrary, she feels sorry for her even more.
Thinking of everything she had gone through, he felt a stifling pain in his chest.
"Yan Xi, it's great that you are still alive." Qiao Yanli looked at the little woman in front of him with red eyes. He had not seen her for half a year, as if he had been separated for several lifetimes. His hand touched his palm-sized face, his expression full of distress, "No matter what you become, you will always be the Mrs. Qiao I love most in my heart."
Xia Yanxi's lips trembled violently, and salty tears poured into her lips, which was particularly bitter. He was so good and perfect. In front of him, she felt inferior. However, his deep affection moved her deeply.
"Yanli, I am no longer perfect..." Finally, she raised her long eyelashes stained with tears and looked at him with a sad expression.
He was as handsome as ever, with handsome sword-shaped eyebrows, deep narrow eyes, a high bridge of nose, and perky thin lips. He was just like a beautiful man exquisitely painted by a master, making it impossible to find any flaws.
Qiao Yanli stretched out his long arms and hugged Xia Yanxi into his arms. He kept tightening his arms, fearing that if he was not careful, she would disappear like in the dream.
Xia Yanxi could feel his excitement, and she was reluctant to push him away again.
He loved her and she loved him.
They are like magnets, attracting each other tightly.
Qiao Yanli buried his face in her neck and kept smelling his familiar scent, "Silly girl, no matter what you become, in my heart, you will always be my Mrs. Qiao. No one can replace me, without you. , my life is called incomplete. Living every day is worse than death, and I want to leave with you countless times... "
Xia Yanxi felt the coldness on the skin of her neck, and her body trembled violently. Slowly raising her trembling hands, she gently hugged his body.
Feeling her response, his heart accelerated uncontrollably.
"Yan Xi, come back to me and let me face you, okay?"
Xia Yanxi sucked in her severely clogged nose and said in a hoarse voice, "Can we...really be able to go back to the past?"
"Yes." He raised his head from her neck, his handsome face still stained with wet tears, "From now on, I will pamper you and love you, and will not let you suffer the slightest injustice. I love you, Yan Xi."
Hearing the words "I love you", Xia Yanxi's tears felt like the dam had burst.
"Me too."
As soon as she finished speaking, his thin but strong lips firmly blocked her lips.
He slowly let go of her until she was almost out of breath. His hands were still holding her little face, and his rough fingertips were rubbing her skin. His deep black eyes stared at her tightly. It's as if you can't get enough of it.