"You...Yaya, Yaya, where does it hurt?" Seeing her tears, Xuanyuan Yongling panicked for a moment.
Those resentments and grievances were all forgotten.
At this moment, in his heart, in his eyes, and in the whole world, there was only her.
Yaya, such a sweet call, how long has it been since she heard it from him?
In the years to come, will there be such a person who calls me this way? Can I give myself such a thrill?
No, no more, no one can ever replace him, no more!
Thinking of this, Yage cried even harder.
"Yaya, can you speak well? Don't cry..." Xuanyuan Yongling felt as if his heart was being pinched and hurt, so he had to hold her tighter.
Even though this happiness no longer belongs to me, just let me sink in for a while, just for a short while.
In his arms, Ya Ge begged pitifully to God, slowly stretched out her hands, and then hugged him tightly.
For a moment, just for a moment, she just wanted to remember this feeling!
Tears burst out.
Feeling her affection, Xuanyuan Yongling was startled at first, and then became extremely excited. He forced her to face him.
His tear-filled eyes, even if they were poisonous, would kill him immediately even if he looked at them. He wanted to pity her crazily and couldn't look away.
Although her face is as exquisite as jade, it is a little pale, but it does not affect her alluring beauty in the slightest.
Such eyes, so affectionate.
Such eyes, so kind.
That kind of face, that kind of person, is the love he can't let go of the most in his life.
Bending his head, he kissed her lips affectionately and tenderly.
She completely indulged herself, closed her eyes, felt his love, and sank in with him, sank in...
The kiss is deepening.
She could feel his breathing becoming more rapid, and she could feel that his emotions were getting out of control.
No longer having the strength to convince herself, she said to herself: Just keep kissing like this and let him let things happen naturally.
Tonight, she would give him whatever he wanted! But, so what if he gave it?
After stitching up his wounds, give him another knife at dawn?