Then, he collapsed in her arms, breathing deeply and heavily.
The two people slowly woke up from their lust. Wen Jiaren pushed Li Nian, and with a bit of silent suppression, she finally spoke: "Li Nian, we shouldn't be like this...
..."
"What shouldn't be done?" Li Nian raised his eyebrows and asked.
The air pressure dropped obviously.
"You shouldn't do this, it will make me think that you are doing it besides me. And..." Wen Jiaren lowered her head, knowing that he would be angry, but she still wanted to say: "Besides, Li Nian
, I can't struggle against you every time, and the struggle only brings pain."
"That would make me feel very passive. It's like, in the love between the two of us, I have always been passive..."
"Is this just like this?" Li Nian lit a cigarette and looked at her with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes as he asked.
A little tired, a little sad, but after all, he flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued: "Are you tired of me forcing you? Are you tired of me as a person, or tired of being with me? Or are you tired of me loving you?"
"In other words, you have simply changed your mind."
Nothing in this world remains unchanged.
The minute hand and the hour hand are always together, that's because they are firmly trapped in the same space.
And he has always been trapped and refused to let her change, but it seems that now, everything is out of his control.
He sneered, with a bit of desolate helplessness: "Beauty, did you go to dinner with him last night?"
"You promised me to break up with him, why didn't you do it?"
At this point, Li Nian seemed to have thought of something again, smiled at himself, and continued: "I know, I am not qualified to ask you this. I was sorry for you once, because I was too dominant, I was too
I have gone my own way, and I misunderstood you and him..."
"But, do you know? It was him once, it was him who made us miss each other for five years..."
"I'm telling myself here, I believe in you, I believe in you in everything, but I'm still hesitant."
