If it hadn't been for him, maybe Li Nian would have gone upstairs. With Anhe's extreme approach, Li Nian would not have escaped death.
In the end, Xi Shuge saved Li Nian.
That's it.
Li Nian nodded, with a bit of broken haste in his tone: "Okay, that's good..."
He turned around lonely, his back trembling a little.
Not facing her.
Wen Jiaren was pushed away by him and escaped from his arms. Suddenly, she felt a little cold.
Wen Jiaren hugged her body, then shrank into a ball. After a long while, she forced a smile and coaxed Li Nian: "Don't be angry, okay?"
Li Nian didn't move.
She had no choice but to stretch out her hand, shake his body, and said in a coquettish voice: "Li Nian..."
"Don't be angry, okay?" Wen Jiaren's hand gently scratched the man's armpit.
Li Nian couldn't help but curled up his lips, then turned around suddenly, looked at her seriously, and the next second, he hugged her into his arms: "Okay, I'm not angry, I will accompany you now, we
Stay well. You can leave tomorrow."
Tomorrow, you leave.
She didn't want to leave, but he spoke first and drove him away.
Wen Jiaren didn't speak, she just nestled in his arms, smelling his scent, and seemed to smile lightly.
That smile made Li Nian narrow his eyes. The next second, as if he thought of something, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.
Then, there was a whole afternoon of frenzy.
It’s like not wanting enough or loving enough.
She begged for mercy, she shouted and begged loudly, "I can't do it anymore"... He still didn't give up.
Remember me, remember me, Wen Jiaren, you must truly remember me, I am your man!
That kind of love is like despair.
Slowly opening, slowly closing.
He looked at her sleeping face and lit a cigarette. There were layers of light in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
Sleeping until late at night, he seemed to have thought of something, turned over again, pressed her down, and kissed her fiercely.
