Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and soaked into her hair. Ning Meng had never cried once during her training in Death Valley. No matter how cruel the living conditions were, she had strengthened her will. Tears could not persuade her to kill. your people
Therefore, she can only force herself
The first time she shed tears was for a man, for the man in front of her who didn't have her in his heart. She usually always scolded Yingzhen for being stupid, but why wasn't she even stupider?
Ying Zhen and Mo Yanyi are at least in love with each other. They are stupid enough to take it for granted, but she is too stupid to be sentimental.
He is looking at you so affectionately now, just because he is drunk
She was also drunk, but she knew in her heart that he was holding her so affectionately and tenderly, and he was close to her. She couldn't bear to push away this rare tenderness, this illusory tenderness that can only be found after being drunk.
She misses love! After accidentally sucking on his cup for the first time, she fell in love
But he doesn't even know, he has forgotten
The tears flowed more and more, well, she wanted to cry and wake up, he will change now, let her enjoy his arms, because... when the light drives away the infatuation of the dark night, everything will turn into ashes
She will turn to ashes along with these illusory passions
Mu Nianqing's gentle fingers gently slid along her tears, his eyes deepening, as if he was studying why she cried.
Did he hurt her again?
"I'm sorry," he lowered his body a little, leaned into her ear, and said softly.
Sorry came and went, there were only these three words between them
Ning Meng smiled sadly, she reached out to hold his face, and kissed his lips. She didn't want to listen anymore. There were many same three words, I love you, I like you, stay, don't leave, in Together……
Many, many things are better than three words "I'm sorry"
This three-character cone is heartbreaking. She should not listen to it anymore. In the illusory infatuation, his body and his temperature are always real.
She is not holding a soul, she is really holding a person
A person she misses day and night, but cannot open her heart to him, a stranger from the end of the world
The deeper the kiss, the hotter and hotter each other's bodies became. Their breaths were heavy. Mu Nianqing's fingers were thinking about the side zipper of Ning Meng's skirt, and she gently slid it down.
The soft hissing sound mixed with each other's heavy breathing filled the air.
He put his hands through her back and gently unbuttoned her breasts and clothes. The two soft balls jumped out impatiently like treasures. He held them in his hands and caressed her slowly and continuously.