Sharing life and death along the way made him even more in love, and a strand of love was firmly tied to her.
He asked himself that he was not a deeply affectionate person, and he had never had the slightest affection for any woman in his twenty years of life.
But she was different, she fell from the sky and saved his life
That beautiful appearance made him unforgettable and fascinated.
From that moment on, his heart beat for her
Ao Rong avoided his focused gaze with some uneasiness, "Where you are born is destined by God, but how you go is in your own control."
She cursed herself in her mind, had she made a mistake? She actually felt uncomfortable being looked at by him? When did she lose her normalcy?
"Where did you come from?" Tang Qingcang stretched out his hands to hold her shoulders. The palms of his hands were so hot that she felt uncomfortable. "Every word you said spoke to my heart. It seemed like...
The missing half of my soul"
"Don't make such a joke." She stood up and wanted to leave, not wanting to hear these meaningless words from him.
"I'm serious." He pulled her into his arms fiercely and held her tightly. "I've been sitting here all these years, but I don't even have anyone to talk to. I'm all alone, and I can't say anything in my heart."
Out of..."
There is a kind of loneliness and loneliness that quietly radiates from his bones.
Ao Rong, who wanted to break away from his arms, couldn't bear it, so she froze in his arms and pointed her finger at the people by the stream, "Well, who are these people?"
Although his embrace is warm, it is not hers. She cannot miss her or long for her.
"That's different. They are all my subordinates. The only thing I can say is this." Tang Qingcang leaned close to her ear and greedily smelled the faint fragrance on her body. He felt that it was the best smell in the world, "But you
It’s different. You are the only one who can talk to me on an equal footing and listen to what I say that is deepest in my heart.”
He didn't know how to express this feeling. It was very difficult to describe. He could only feel it but not put it into words.
He didn't know what he was talking about, but Aorong understood it. This feeling is called spiritual communication. As long as the other party moves his expression, he can understand the other person's thoughts. Maybe he can't find one among millions of people. They have met each other, but
…
Tang Qingcang tightened his grip, wanting to embed her deeply into his body, with a focused and gentle expression, "Aorong, be my woman."