Damn, do you need to use such... passionate words?
"Xi, it's almost time to go," Gong Zeyu said calmly with his usual indifferent temperament.
"Are you coming with me?" Leng Chenxi asked again.
"..."
"Do you really want to stay here and never see me again? Like... a stranger? If you can do it, then I can disappear." Leng Chenxi leaned against her ear and said seriously
If you can be happy in this way, I will let you go
…
…
"Leng Chenxi, I miss you." After a long, long time, she rushed over, hugged him tightly, and simply jumped on top of him, and then fell into a deep sleep...
When I wake up, you are still mine
Just treat it as a dream, he will still love her as before
Is that so, huh?
"Master...won't you catch up?" Ouyang's male servant asked respectfully to Ouyang Shengsheng who was getting dressed.
"She will come back to me again." Ouyang Shengsheng stood on the rooftop, looking at their leaving figures, smiling evilly.
An Zhixi, will I continue to tolerate you, indulge you, and love you so much?
I have been asking myself, for fear that one day I will do something that will make you hate yourself
But……
Will I? Even I doubt it
**********
"An Zhixi!" Leng Chenxi carried her to his bed, and then saw that she was sleeping so soundly, and his hands were sore from holding her, so he yelled in displeasure, and she moved comfortably.
I moved, scratched him, and continued to sleep as if nothing was wrong.
"Grab my breasts? Tease me? Do you think you're the only one who can catch me?" Leng Chenxi pursed her lips in anger and looked at her unhappily.
(⊙o⊙)… Teasing you, I can swear I didn’t
But your breasts are really elastic
What? I'm pretending to sleep. What can you do to me?
"Damn, how can you sleep so peacefully, a damn woman? I still have to watch you sleep...am I fucking sick?" Leng Chenxi cried in annoyance, but the more this happens, the more someone becomes sick.
Se
*********
Have you already buried your original love?
Occasionally playing with moldy memories touches my little emotions
It’s not that I don’t want to face it
it is true
I'm tired
Then die in the memory
…
…
"Luo..."
"Luo..."
"Shun Xiluo! Why are you running here! How many times have I told you not to drink? Why don't you just listen to me? Don't you know that this is bad for your health?" Han Xinlei blamed lying drunk with her hands on her hips.
Him on the wine couch
"Go away! I don't want your concern..." He pushed her away and continued to drink from him
"Stop drinking! If you drink again, I'll get angry! I'll really get angry!" Han Xinlei grabbed his bottle and kept stamping her feet angrily.