Jiang Zimo shook his head and said I'm not cold. He closed the book in his hand and gently threw himself into his arms. He closed his eyes and said casually as if sighing: "Who wants to be cold in the west wind alone? Xiao Xiao Huang
The leaves are closed and the windows are sparse. I ponder over the past and stand up to the setting sun. Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books disappears and the fragrance of splashed tea disappears. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary."
Murong Qingzhen gently stroked her long hair, and his voice was rich and slightly hoarse: "Azi, I am by your side, do you also feel that life is so lonely?"
Jiang Zimo said nothing, but after a while, a crystal tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
How do people live in this life so that they don’t feel lonely?
She lay on his chest, listening to the vigorous beating of the young and strong heart. Murong Qingzhen's body had a luxurious and low-key woody masculine fragrance, and the handmade suit was smooth and meticulous, and the fresh and masculine breath of men filled it.
Her breathing, such a moment, perhaps most women in the world would be intoxicated by it, so much so that they would slip into his tender net. But Jiang Zimo knew that he would not.
once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.
It was precisely because she had loved before, loved deeply, that she knew so clearly that her feelings for Murong Qingyi were not the love between a man and a woman.
At this moment, she was nestled in his arms simply because the man in front of her brought her a sense of security that was worth cherishing.
Because now, she feels utterly lonely.
That's all.
"Qingzhen, have you ever been in love? Have you ever loved any other woman besides me?"
"Why do you suddenly think of asking this? Ah Zi, don't you have confidence in my feelings?"
"No, I just want to know what you would be like now if I hadn't appeared. If it weren't for me, what would you choose?"
Murong Qingzhen held Jiang Zimo's hand. His palm was warm and soft. Once he held it, he knew he was from a good family. Jiang Zimo's palm was slightly cold. Feeling the warm power, she
Suddenly I remembered the other hand that I had entangled with.
Bai Yanbing's palms are as cold as they have ever been warmed all year round. Coupled with his charming face, long and magnificent hair, wanton and domineering words and deeds, and his unidentifiable origin------for
To Jiang Zimo, he is like a young man living on Tianshan Mountain, beautiful and unpredictable.
However, when she glanced at the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" she had placed on the table, a vague thought floated through her heart.
Perhaps, he is more like a monster who does not eat the fireworks of the world. Yes, such a mysterious and strange beautiful boy, where can I find him in this muddy world?
"Azi, do you believe in fate? If I told you that the fate between us is destined to bring us together, would you be willing to join me in forging this beautiful marriage?"
Jiang Zimo sighed, left his arms a little, and said truthfully: "But if fate is destined that our relationship will not end well, what will you do? Should you comply with fate? Or fight at all costs?"
Murong Qingzhen kissed the skin on her forehead, brushed her hair away with one hand, and said softly: "No, Azi, you are too pessimistic about relationships and lack trust in people's hearts. I know you have been hurt by life.
It's very deep, but you have to know that happiness is not out of reach, sometimes, it is often by your side. If you don't hold it tightly, then it is very likely to pass you by."