Her little hands touched his wound more gently, applying it to him little by little, carefully.

He couldn't help but open his eyes to look at her again. Her eyes were so focused, and she was afraid that it would hurt him, so her little mouth was slightly nervous.

He kissed her in the early morning, and now he missed the feeling of kissing her again crazily.

How long has it been since he got close to her? Why didn't he want to bear it for a minute? He wanted to hold her in his arms and press her under him. He wanted to cherish her, comfort her, and love her.

He suddenly stretched out his arm and hugged her slender waist hard. Xia Youxin's heart thrust tightly, as wonderful as the ice that had been frozen for thousands of years in an instant melted.

After hugging her, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Baby, I'm sorry." She heard his murmur seemingly silence, and felt his body trembling. It was his trembling trying hard to endure the trembling that he wanted to move closer. She understood.

Her heart trembled with his body. With such a word from him, no matter how much grievance she suffered, it was worth it.

She held back the happy and sad tears, and whispered to him in a very low voice, only the two of them: "I don't care about anything, as long as you care about me."

He hugged her hard again, and neither of them moved. It took him a long time to approach her ear and said in a nearly begging tone: "Does go, okay? Don't hold on."

"I don't, I'll be happy for a minute when I see you." She whispered to him.

On this afternoon, when Song Wanting fell asleep with satisfaction, their brief communication made each other feel unprecedented reluctance and heartache. The endless love that entangled him and tripped her.

How could she bear to leave?

His two big hands grabbed her waist, pulled her a little distance away, and looked at her.

He said silently: You are stupid, I will still treat you coldly if you stay, and I will not give up halfway.

She smiled, tears rolling in her eyes, but she seemed to say firmly: Don't care.

She looked at the wound on his face carefully and reached out to look at it. He grabbed her little hand, shook his head, and told her that he didn't hurt.

He stared at her little face, and his mind was filled with questions a thousand times. How should I treat you, a little thing.

He didn't want to reveal his true feelings to her, but wanted to treat her indifferently and let her retreat. Today he completely understood that this woman was too resilient. As long as she decided, you wouldn't be able to let her retreat.

Anyway, she was not leaving. If he continued to keep her cold, it would only make her feel uncomfortable. Therefore, he still let her feel his love for her at the moment of no one. Perhaps for her, such a short contact was enough to be relieved, just as for him.

He sat while she stood, and the two looked at each other for a while. Xia Youxin suddenly approached him, kissed him gently on his forehead, left, and took away the bottle of Wanhua Oil.

She hopes that there is still a chance to wipe him tomorrow.

Her naughty behavior made Ye Qianmo feel pain and itchy. He really wanted to catch up with her and hug her...

When she walked out of the room, Xia Youxin's expression was cold and solemn, making no one see that she and Ye Qianmo had had a warm scene in the room.

If he wants to act, she must cooperate.

...

Hai Zhixuan felt a little depressed when he left President Zhong's house. On the way back to the party school, he received a call from Hai Qingqing and asked him to go out alone for a while.

He guessed that it was probably related to Xia Youxin. Anyway, Hai Qingqing's only concern about now is Mo Xiaojun, and Mo Xiaojun is concerned about Xia Youxin's destination.

The two went to the cafe run by Hai Qingqing, which contained a separate leisure house, which she used to talk about.

After closing the door, Hai Qingqing was straight to the point.

"What's going on when you chase Xia Youxin? Why is there no movement at all?"
Chapter completed!