What it brings about is the distinct throbbing in the man's body, the throbbing that only her breathing can produce.

That was something that could support him to stand up and walk on.

That is the source of Luo Xiao's life that can continue.

He had imagined countless times what kind of feeling would be when he could hold her again, and what kind of heartbeat would be...

And when he finally experienced it, Luo Xiao felt almost like a sinking feeling. It turned out that holding her made him so obsessed with him...

If possible, he would never want to let go.

Luo Xiao felt the trembling of the woman in his arms. He raised his hand. Even in the darkness, his movements were still extremely gentle, erasing the tears from her face, "Xiao Ran, don't cry."

"Brother Luo..."

Tong Ran choked in her throat. She opened her mouth, and the thousands of words accumulated in her chest were almost erupting, but...

Now he was in front of her, but she couldn't ask anything.

"Xiao Ran, I'm here," Luo Xiao heard her calling herself, feeling as if the bones in her body were about to be slimmed. He hugged the person in his arms again, "I've been there all the time, I'm right by your side. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you cry..."

"Brother Luo, you need not be sorry...it has nothing to do with you."

Fu Qingshuang is his fiancée, and it is difficult for him to do it when he is sandwiched in the middle, so he chooses to remain silent.

She...can't blame him so selfishly.

The man's arms were so hard that he pressed her against the wall, but he hugged her cleverly without hurting her.

He has always been such a gentle person.

Tong Ran closed her eyes relaxedly, and the faint fragrance of grass lingered in the man's nose, making her feel like she was back in the past.

When they were in junior high school, they got off school together. When they passed by the lawn, they always had to sit for a while before they came home. Tong Ran grabbed a handful of soil like a prank and threw it to him to play. Luo Xiao naturally wouldn't be angry, and he also joked and grabbed a handful of handfuls and threw it to her.

However, the mud happened to be thrown on the collar of her snow-white shirt and could not be erased. Thinking of the eldest aunt's fierce face, the girl's mouth sagged and she started crying.

Luo Xiao suddenly became anxious. He threw down his schoolbag and crawled to her side, wiped her unstoppable snot and tears with his white cuffs, and persuaded her softly, but the girl's tears were like beads with broken threads, and they kept falling.

Finally, Tong Ran was tired of crying, so he simply lay on his lap and hugged his waist.

Luo Xiao walked around and put it under her head, making her lying more comfortable. He gently scraped her little nose with his index finger, "Xiao Ran, you are a crybaby."

"I'm not!"

"You are!"

"You are!"

...

That period of time, twenty-one years, was the most beautiful time they had together.

Luo Xiao has always believed that these twenty-one years are enough to make his relationship with Tong Ran not shaken in this life!

Compared with these twenty-one years, what can Mo Nanjue be considered?

Even if Mo Nanjue has obtained Tong Ran's body, don't want to steal Tong Ran's heart from him!

Thinking of this, Luo Xiao patted her back, "Xiao Ran, I will help you get all the pain you have suffered."

Tong Ran was stunned, are you going to come back?

He is about to... marry Fu Qingshuang, how can he do it?

She choked and shook her head, "Brother Luo, I'm really fine, you don't have to do it for me..."
Chapter completed!