"No, Azi, we are who we are. We may not be able to resolve the grudges of the previous generation, but you know, no matter what, I will never give up on you, and I will definitely protect you."
"Qingzhen, please don't leave me, okay? I will be good in the future and I won't do any nonsense again. Can you give me a hug?".
Jiang Zimo looked like she could only cry sadly and stupidly, her eyes were confused, and she didn't seem to wake up at all. These were just her instinctive babbles after a high fever.
"I promise you, I will never leave you." Murong Qingzhen did not hesitate. He seemed to feel that the woman he loved had put her fate in his hands, how could he not consider it for her?
Jiang Zimo, who is so willful but cute and deeply attached to him, is the deepest dream in Murong Qingzhen's heart. He has never dared to imagine that one day she can treat him like she did before, but now, she is really by his side
, which requires his care.
This feeling of being needed stirred up memories of childhood, and for Murong Qingzhen, it was simply a wonderful stimulant.
"Azi," Murong Qingzhen seemed to be unable to restrain his body's instincts and excitement any longer, "Don't worry, have a good rest and leave the rest to me, okay?"
Speaking softly, Murong Qingzhen changed from passive to active. He turned over and gently turned Jiang Zimo under him. Her high body temperature intensified his longing and burning desire. He leaned over and kissed her.
The hot and soft lips, the kiss he had been waiting for for many years, were like treating the most precious items. He kissed her little by little, his hot breath intertwined with hers, the entanglement gradually deepened, and he couldn't wait to absorb the other person's breath.
His long tongue penetrated her mouth and entangled with her, and she hugged his head tightly in cooperation, letting him kiss her so fiercely. She didn't want to think about anything now, she just wanted to do it based on her own feelings.
Until the ringing of the mobile phone on the bedside table sharply interrupted the entanglement between the two.
Murong Qingzhen let go of Jiang Zimo and handed the phone to her hand.
Jiang Zimo answered the phone and just gave a gentle greeting. Then after hearing the familiar voice, she hung up the phone with an expressionless face.
"Who called?" Murong Qingzhen looked at her with confusion.
Jiang Zimo shook his head and pulled up the messy bathrobe on his body: "I don't know, no one said anything. Maybe I made a mistake, so I hung up."
With a sound of "Pa!", Bai Yanbing threw the phone aside angrily and looked out the window at the sky with heavy snowfall with a livid face.
The sky is cold, humid, and hazy, and heavy snow is about to fall. The upcoming Lunar New Year has enveloped the entire city in a melancholy that is both anticipation and reluctance.
Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. If the old doesn’t go, the new won’t come.
For the snake demon, such a cold winter means that even if they have become adults, their internal strength will be greatly limited in the face of the natural law of hibernation. This is really a great disadvantage for Bai Yanbing.
Even if he wanted to chase after him out the door, he still had to consider whether his physical strength could sustain him without showing his original shape.
So, he had no choice but to call her. At first, she didn't answer, but now?
She actually hung up on him! Damn it—how could she hang up on him so casually!???
What does she want to do now? To be angry with him? To take revenge on him? Or is she really completely disappointed with him? Has she given up?