As soon as he got off the plane, Wu Bingxuan stared at the good weather outside with a refreshed mind and smiled sweetly, "I like the air here."
"Don't you regret coming with me?" Chu Mingyou scratched the bridge of her nose lovingly, and said softly: "You wait for me here first, I will pick up your luggage and buy you something to drink."
"Okay!" Wu Bingxuan said sweetly, staring at his retreating back, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, replaced by a dull look.
It's been a year and I don't know if he is okay.
Staring at the good weather outside the window, she silently moved towards the window.
"Hey!" On the way, she was bumped into by a pedestrian. Before she could say anything, the other person had already apologized.
"Sorry." The deep voice said apologetically.
Wu Bingxuan froze, blinked his eyes, and did not dare to raise his head. She could never mishear this familiar voice in her dreams.
"Miss, are you okay?" Staring at the motionless person in front of him, Mu Ziluo anxiously pulled her arm, but was pushed away by her.
"I'm fine." Waving his arm away, Wu Bingxuan gradually backed away, refusing to look at his face.
"Wait a minute!" Mu Ziluo narrowed his eyes as he held her hand as she tried to escape. He didn't like her rejection, and he hated her escape even more.
It was a strange feeling, but he just didn't want to let go.
"Sir, I'm fine!" Wu Bingxuan tried hard to break free from his arm, but his grip became tighter and tighter, and finally he even put his arm around her waist. As a last resort, she had no choice but to speak again, "Does your grip hurt me?"
Mu Ziluo was stunned for a moment, then responded, "Oh! Sorry."
The force was loosened, but he still locked her in his arms, unwilling to let her go.
"Sir, can you let me go?" His slender palms grasped the big palm on his waist, but found that he could not move it at all.
"Are you afraid of me?" His thick palms hugged her more and more tightly. Mu Ziluo tried to lower his voice as much as possible, because she looked very afraid of him in his arms, and he didn't want to frighten her.
"I..." Wu Bingxuan's eyes turned red anxiously, his head lowered, and his palms pressed against his chest, hoping to create some distance.
"Don't cry!" His rough fingertips caressed her cheek lovingly, wiped away her tears and put them in his mouth, "I won't hurt you."
He guarantees it!
"I..." Crystal tears streaked down his face one by one. Wu Bingxuan bit his lower lip lightly, his body unable to stop trembling slightly.
What do you want her to say?
He has never hurt her, it has always been himself that hurt him!
"Don't cry!" Lifting her chin, Mu Ziluo kissed her lovingly, licking the tears off her face one by one. With a gentle smile, he quietly watched her dazed look, "
Am I really that terrible?"
Lowering his head again, Wu Bingxuan remained silent.
"Don't lower your head." He raised her little face forcefully, and Mu Ziluo gently touched the delicate cheek, enjoying the wonderful touch from his palm.
She was beautiful. Her small oval face was not as big as his palm, but she was surprisingly delicate. Her crystal clear skin tempted him, making him want to take a bite and taste the wonderful touch.
He had no shortage of beauties, and even those more beautiful than her could not attract his heart, but she did it effortlessly.
He had never felt like this before, as if he wanted to ravage her severely, but at the same time he wanted to pamper her lovingly and tenderly.