She won't cry even if she is injured, let's cry for a while, and she will feel better when she cries.
Ye Jian did understand in her heart, and it was because she understood everything that she was more sad and sad.
When she returned to Shuikou Village at the age of nineteen in her last life,... Uncle Gen was no longer there.
Ye Jian, who didn't even cry, saw two lines of tears pouring out of her eyes, flowing through her cheeks, and dripping drop by drop from her beautiful chin. The white tissue was held in her palm, and she cried silently and motionlessly. , Cried so much that Xia Jinyuan, who was driving, felt a pain in his heart.
The car drove out of Anyang City and entered the entrance of the inter-provincial highway. There was no neon light shining on the car and plunged into darkness. Xia Jinyuan subconsciously wanted to turn on the interior lights. Only when she lifted her hand, she heard Ye Jian's voice hoarse and said: "Don't drive. Lamp, I’m fine, just cry."
The black Ye Jian held a tissue to wipe away her tears, her nose was flushed and she lowered her head lightly, her thin and thin shoulders were so sad that she had collapsed.
Xia Jinyuan tightened the corners of her lips and whispered, "The natural law of birth, old age, sickness, and death cannot be avoided by anyone. It's just that the situation is not so good now, and there is no other bad news. Get a good night's sleep, and you will need to drive in three hours. ."
Only in this way can she sleep for a while, and sleep for a while to have the energy to face everything.
Her nose was a little blocked when she cried, and Ye Jian sucked lightly, revealing that she was not fragile and she didn't want to talk. She nodded gently, and closed her eyes while leaning against the car door. She was silent. Sadness is silent.
How could Xia Jinyuan see her like this, turning the steering wheel to the left, turning on the double flash of the car and stopping on the side of the road, Qingjun tightened the door and got out of the car.
Hearing the movement, Ye Jian opened his eyes and saw Xia Jinyuan pass by the front of the car, dazzling lights illuminating his figure, and Junya's face was stretched tightly.
Ye Jian couldn't help but stood up, watching him walk to his side, and then opened the car door.
"What's wrong? No..." Before he finished speaking, he held his hand with one hand and listened to him in a low voice: "Get off, Ye Jian."
Ye Jian, whose eyes were swollen from crying, got out of the car. Before she could stand still, he was wrapped around her waist and hugged him directly, "I want to kiss you now, you can open your eyes and look at me, too. You can choose to close your eyes and feel me."
What? !
Ye Jian, who was a little dizzy after crying, didn't keep up with his rhythm, and the refreshing breath of the man above his head in a dazed space hit the sky and earth. There was no time to think about anything, and he didn't guess why he suddenly acted like this. The lips have been kissed.
The evening breeze at night was not the heat of the day, and it swayed Xixi coolly. Ye Jian, who was kissed so hard that he could not breathe, grabbed his T-shirt tightly with his toes completely wrapped around him, bearing his ferocious kiss.
The mouth cavity was swept by the tip of his flexible tongue, and then he sucked hard on his lips, and occasionally curled her tongue, looting her breath with dominance.
Ye Jian, who had never been kissed like this before, leaned all over his arms, squeezing his T-shirt with both hands, so as not to kiss him prostration and slip off.
I don’t know how long I kissed, but when he let go, Ye Jian’s eyes were full of mist. He lifted up the misty eyes and looked at him in confusion, "...What's wrong with you?"
Kissing her so fiercely, it hurts even to the point of kissing her.