Song Xi walked over, but didn't dare to get too close to him, and instead sat a little further away.
But she always remembered that the pretty boy Hua Hua didn't like her to be too close to him.
In the past, if I accidentally bumped into him, I would be killed by his eyes.
Mossen looked at her actions and felt unhappy, but he also knew why she wanted to stay away from him. It was all his fault.
It seems that the cold and aloof impression he left on her in the past was so deep that she is afraid to get close to him now.
But how can we cultivate feelings without closeness
He has always been a proactive person... Merman.
With a thought, he stretched out his uninjured right hand and pulled Song Xi to his side.
Song Xi lost her balance and fell straight into his arms. She was immediately confused and tried to get up, but Mo Sen stopped her and asked her to rest her head on his thighs.
"You, what are you going to do? Let me get up."
Song Xi rested his head on Mossen's thigh, obviously at a loss.
Why does she feel that Huahua has changed a lot now compared to before
Mossen's slender fingertips gently touched the slightly messy hair on Song Xi's forehead. The soft hair wrapped around his fingertips, which made the look more ambiguous.
Song Xi didn't dare to move at all.
She couldn't get used to his sudden change.
In the past, he wished she was eight feet away from him, but now he felt like finding ways to get close to her.
So now, what is the situation
"Um... my computer." Song Xi pursed her lips and said softly.
She didn't mind him touching her computer, but her computer contained the novels she wrote, and she always felt that letting others see her manuscripts was a little... embarrassing.
Mossen freed her hands and turned off her computer.
Then, there was a long silence. Apart from the sound of the TV, the only sound in the small living room was the shallow breathing of the two of them.
Song Xi wanted to say something, but she always felt that after not seeing each other for so long, they seemed to have become a lot more distant from each other, as if something was quietly changing.
After a long while, Song Xi rested her head on his thigh, letting him play with her hair, and whispered, "Where have you been?"
Mossen was still playing with her hair, and occasionally, his fingertips would gently stroke her cheek.
"I'm looking for you."
…
After a pause, she sniffed, "I missed you so much."
Hearing this, Mossen's hand suddenly stopped.
He missed her too, very much.
An indescribable feeling surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but lean over and lower his head.
The palm of his hand wrapped around half of Song Xi's small face, and his thumb stroked the corner of her lips. Song Xi looked at the face so close to her, and her mind suddenly went blank.
A pair of eyes just stared at the enchanting and extremely feminine beautiful face in front of them without blinking.
Those silver eyes seemed to be filled with stars, shining brightly, and in the starlight, Song Xi saw his own face clearly.
My heart started beating uncontrollably.
As he got closer and closer, she closed her eyes unconsciously as if she was possessed by a poison.
His lips, with a slightly cool temperature, gently covered her soft red lips.
Song Xi's heart beat faster, and it felt like a deer was running around in her heart.
Mossen also closed his eyes and kissed her gently, and a little warmth spread in the small living room.
He rubbed her lips little by little, and she obediently raised her hands and hugged his neck.