Chapter 731: The Young Marshal Who Must Revenge 【30】
Zhongqing was frightened...She understood what he meant. From the beginning to the end, he never gave her any chance to escape...
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Such great love comes suddenly, but what should she do?
Zhong Qing was so flustered that she didn't even look at Yi Jian at this moment, but she could vaguely guess what the man's expression was at this moment.
His cold and forbearing eyes must be shining with warmth and perseverance, just like him, he looks so soft and gentle, but he is so vicious and violent in his bones!
Zhong Qing stretched out her hand and slowly grabbed the hem of Yi Jian's clothes. She felt as if she couldn't stand. She always wondered, are she smart?
Actually no... She is so stupid, so stupid that she doesn't know how to disguise herself... She is really stupid, so stupid that she was captured by him without knowing it...
During this reunion, he said that he surrendered to her, but why not that she was willing to be a prisoner to him?
Why do people have feelings?
My heart can never be as still as still water.
She wasn't talking, and he wasn't opening his mouth either. They were just hugging each other quietly in such a silent night.
The night wind in the hometown lake slowly blew away, blowing the hair of the two people and fluttering gently.
Her hair was blown up by the wind and tangled with his short hair.
Like.
Hair knot.
couple.
Heaven and earth are so perfect.
Silent, but the most moving.
Zhong Qing thought, he is such a person, gentle, so unreal, but actually exists, domineering, but with infinite softness, not annoying or even irresistible.
Everything, when performed, is so natural and natural.
A she meets a him, and a he meets a she again.
Thus, this love slowly bloomed into a stunning flower in this chaotic world. The alluring love seemed to be irresistible to everyone and everything, and it came quietly.
.
But this woman who has always rejected love, resisted love, and hated love could only face such a huge love, bending over in panic, and could only surrender, or surrender.
She thought, as the second sister said, she had married the right person... She was not just marrying the young marshal, but the young marshal himself, weaving for her bit by bit the shocking beauty and harmony.
