Since you know you will wake up, why do you need to set a cold alarm clock for yourself?
The next second, she slid into his arms docilely.
"Azi, shall we get married?"
Kissing away the juice from the corner of her mouth, he stretched out his hand to push aside her hair that was blown by the mountain wind, and gently touched her cool cheek. Murong Qingzhen's lips were close to her ear, and he whispered like this.
Marry?-----A trace of surprise seemed to flash in her dull eyes, followed by a light of confusion and confusion.
After so many unbearable things happened, is he still willing to marry her? Marriage, what does such a marriage mean?
Murong Qingzhen, why? Why do you say this?
Staring at the doubts in her eyes, he nodded again and said: "We have discussed that the wedding should be held on the previously scheduled date. During this period, you should try to eat as much as possible and gain weight.
, be happy, so that you can be a more beautiful bride, okay?"
Jiang Zimo didn't speak. Her brain was really shocked at this time. She was trying to clear her thoughts. She even opened her eyes wide, trying to read some other meaning from Murong Qingzhi's eyes.
.
But she didn't. In his eyes, there was only focused affection and doting tenderness.
He looked at her expectantly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Under the sunset, Murong Qingzhen looked as perfect as a prince charming from a fairy tale.
But after he waited for two minutes, she shook her head resolutely at him.
"No, I won't marry you...".
The next second, coldness and anger appeared in his eyes. He came closer to her face and stared into her eyes.
"Why?"
When these three words were spoken, she glanced at his left hand on her lap.
That hand had been clenched slightly into a fist unconsciously.
She confirmed her inner thoughts and sneered silently. Then she closed her eyes, shook her head in pain and said: "I will not marry you, because I know that such a marriage will not be happy. Qingzhen,
Please let me go, I don’t want to stay in this place anymore, I don’t want to think about the past anymore. Otherwise, you will kill me, I don’t like myself to be so miserable! You kill me! Please!”
As she spoke, she painfully tore her long hair with both hands. He took her hand apart, held it in his palm, and kissed it with gentle and hot lips.
"Don't think like that! Azi, as long as I am here, no one in this world dares to laugh at you! You have to believe me, I will make you the happiest bride in the world! Believe me!"
She threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly, sobbing: "No! I can't do it, I can't deceive myself and others. Qingzhen, whenever I think of it... I want to kill myself!"
Murong Qingzhen kissed her lips without any explanation. His kiss was hot and alluring. He sucked deeply, tossing and turning, as if he wanted to suck her heart out of her chest and take it for himself.
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After a long time, he gently let her go and said hoarsely: "I won't let you kill yourself, and it's even less likely that I will kill you. Ah Zi, I can't even do what you ask for...
I just want to have you, just like last night, we are so intimate, we... are one and the same. Ah Zi, I love you, I love you so much... my Ah Zi!"