"I don't want... I don't want to be so stingy..."
He buried his head in her neck, his voice was low and vague.
But I could hear the dullness in his tone.
"Xiao Luo'er, do you think my possessiveness is terrible..."
His voice became more and more deep: "I know that you have nothing to do with him, but... seeing the way he looks at you and his attitude towards you, I just want to hold you in my arms, and I just want you Belonging to me alone…”
The man's voice, word by word, came clearly into Ye Qingluo's ears.
Ye Qingluo's pupils suddenly tightened, and his eyelashes trembled.
She stretched out her hands, hooked Di Moxuan's neck, and hugged him back.
"I know... I know... I know how you feel..."
She hugged the man tightly, her eyes were slightly red: "I said a long time ago, I don't hate your possessiveness, you want to have me because you care about me, and because you care, you want me to belong to you one person."
How could she not know.
Her Ah Xuan wanted to take into account her mood.
How much pain I endured.
How many times did she rely on Ah Xuan's doting and doting on her to do things that made Ah Xuan worry.
Ye Qingluo held his face, and kissed him delicately: "I don't find such possessiveness scary at all, because... I am the same."
Finally, her kiss fell on Di Moxuan's lips.
As soon as it touched the water, it moved away.
She held his face with both hands and pressed it against his forehead: "Ah Xuan... we are all in the same mood."
Because I love each other, I care about it, so I want to have it.
Ye Qingluo buried her head on his chest again, whispered softly, and told Di Moxuan everything she had said to Chu Wuxin before.
Finally, she raised her small head again, resting her chin on his chest, staring at his smooth chin: "You said... what does he mean by 'be careful of those around you'?"
"To sow discord."
With one hand, he picked up Ye Qingluo's blue hair hanging by his side, and Di Moxuan replied lazily.
Ye Qingluo bumped his head and glanced at him: "It's business, be serious."
Di Moxuan's voice was even lighter, with a hint of indifference: "I'm very serious."
Having said that.
But the man's hand had already landed on her waist.
The body is slightly cold.
Her robes were scattered by the bed at some point.
Ye Qing laughed angrily, and put her little hand against the man: "What kind of serious are you?"
After undoing half of his robe, Di Moxuan propped himself up, and his handsome face was imprinted in her pupils at such a close distance: "You tell me, why am I not serious?"
Ye Qingluo: "..." Tell me, what are you doing now, how serious are you
Can you move away from her and say this seriously
Do you still want face
Open your eyes and tell nonsense, won't your conscience hurt
Di Moxuan said: For the beloved woman, what is the face? What is the use of coming? Do you want to come and sleep a little
If you can sleep until Xiaoluoer, your conscience will only be comfortable.
Ye Qingluo: "..."
She just wanted to find out from Di Moxuan what Chu Wuxin meant by the "people around him"!
Why can't we discuss the problem clearly first, and then do other things
No matter how Ye Qingluo "rejected" in his heart, how "resisted" he acted.
Finally, when the man's kiss falls.
Ye Qingluo was still very spineless, obsessed with beauty without any resistance, unable to extricate herself...