Yan Zisong just wanted to let his hands mercilessly tear apart the restraints on her body, leaving nothing behind, only her, only herself... But he didn't know how much self-control he used to suppress this raging invasion.
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In an instant, he stopped suddenly and gently pushed away the misty-eyed woman in his arms. Her pale pink lips had turned deeply red under his almost crazy ravage;
There were no tears in his eyes, but they were trapped in his eyes due to the sudden fear and surprise. His soft chest was heaving and breathing violently; Yan Zisong never dared to look at her again.
He didn't waste a second. If he had one more second, he didn't know how far he would lose control. At the moment when he could still regain some sense, he picked up the passport she had placed in front of him, turned around and walked out quickly.
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"You stay here, you don't have to attend the next two games."
The moment he left the door, Qin Xiaoman vaguely heard this sentence in his completely frozen brain.
In early April, there was still a chill in New York; Qin Xiaoman already has a cold constitution, and in this foreign land where the temperature is relatively low compared to normal years, he felt even more chilly.
Cringing and confused, I wandered alone in a daze, and when I came to my senses, I found that I had arrived at the anic garden.
As bbg held Hanami, the cherry blossoms in the garden were in vivid and brilliant bloom.
Since it is not the weekend, the theme activity day of the Cherry Blossom Festival has not yet arrived, so there are only a few cherry blossom viewers in the park. The quiet and elegant garden, the winding and simple gravel road, and the green and shallow pond make the trees look even more...
The tree of cherry blossoms is in full bloom.
The breeze was blowing, but there was a faint fragrance of flowers all over the body. Qin Xiaoman stood under the tree, looking at the petals that occasionally floated by, and couldn't help but be slightly fascinated.
The scenery seemed familiar, and the scene in my memory went back to four years ago.
It was also this season, that year, on her birthday; she was standing under the tree with fluttering petals, a lonely person; she was also like a fool, talking to the petals...
But at that time, it was sweet... sour, the sweetness of longing; the person who went to his father's company for an internship was separated for a month for the first time, thinking about him and thinking about his return, so I quietly said to him
Telling your wishes with the fallen petals.
She will never forget that day when she walked into the dormitory and saw a room full of roses; she will never forget that day when she heard on the phone that he was in a car accident; she will never forget that day when she saw him lying in bed.
The heartache of illness...
The man who came back just to celebrate her birthday but got into a car accident caressed her face tenderly, wiped away her tears, and whispered in her ear, "Why are you crying... Tell them not to tell you.
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Holding her hand, he said in a childish and naughty manner, "It doesn't hurt anywhere... I will only feel pain if you don't touch me...";
Staring into her eyes persistently and eagerly, "I miss you...you miss me but don't..."
If time could go back to the past, you would give me a blue rose;
If we could go back to the past, you could say a gentle word of love to me again;
If everything could go back to the way it was before, and you would linger with me without any reservation...I would be willing to give you anything in exchange...