He patted randomly, not caring about the fact that he was naked, and carelessly placed the pillow on the man's smiling face, until the tears could no longer flow out and his breathing could no longer be steady.
The resentment was also gone. It was the first time in her life that she was so tough. The woman was worried about how it would end, but the pillow was taken over by the complacent man beneath her.
He caught his naked arm, and when he regained consciousness, Yan Zisong turned it around and laid it flat on his back.
"Look," he leaned over her and brought her hands to his lips. The light in his eyes was flowing, and it was even brighter than the brightest stars in the night sky. "This is nothing at all, even if it is born from a mother."
It doesn’t matter, we are together and it has nothing to do with other people.”
"You won?" She couldn't believe her ears. How could it be okay? How could it be said so easily?
"It's crazy..." He kissed her hand carefully, put it on his face and rubbed it, "I won for you..."
The light stubble under his collar pricked her, and she wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter...
"They won't agree. My mother and your father will know as soon as possible. No one will agree." She said helplessly, but there was a burst of sadness in her heart.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here, and you won't be afraid even if you know it." The man's fingers gently touched the lavender hickey he left on her neck last night. He touched gently and slowly. He spoke calmly, with eyes as tight as water.
Staring into her eyes, "As long as you stay by my side, don't think about anything."
"Yan Zisong..." Looking at his firm, persistent and tender eyes, for a moment, Qin Xiaoman almost blurted out the word "good", but could it really be done?
If love is just a matter of two people, then... how wonderful it would be!
At night, as the flight from Paris to city B landed smoothly, a girl wearing fashionable black clothes and covering her face walked out of the departure hall.
Almost impatiently, Lan Qiao took out her mobile phone and dialed the familiar number. All the worries she had felt for several days turned into the most beautiful voice, but she was only replaced by the man's calm and almost ruthless answer.
"We broke up, Lan Xie." Yan Zisong frowned and paused, "Yes, you are very good, and you were deeply attracted to me, but she has always been the only one I love. I have no choice but to
I’m sorry!”
The moment she opened the door to her home, the familiar room seemed so unfamiliar. Almost at first sight, Bluefly saw a spare key to her home and a stack of documents placed alone on the coffee table.
"You're really capable!" Lan Qiao said with a self-deprecating smile. Her name was clearly printed on the transfer procedures for the Lotus Elise.
Is this the end? It turns out that my sincerity is only worth a Lotus car to him!
"Hey, have you heard about it?" In a quiet bathroom on a certain floor of a towering, strange-looking TV station, a tall girl in a business suit took out a piece of tissue from the tissue box and wiped it.
He started, and said to the female companion beside him who was preening herself in the mirror, "Our big blue anchor was dumped by her rich boyfriend."
"Ha..." There was a chuckle, "Who on stage doesn't know. She has a cold face these days, as if everyone else owes her money."