He gritted his teeth and hated it, but unexpectedly glanced at Lin Yan, who was lying beside the bed to accompany him. At that moment, his breath was suffocated, his heartbeat stopped, his body suddenly became a little warmer, and his heart felt a little warmer.
But, so what if I am moved? Can I still really love her?
He who lives for hatred, what right does he have to pursue love? What's more, she is still a child, innocent and straightforward, so why bother to implicate her?
Rubbing his forehead, Lian Hong thought about how to completely destroy Lin Yan's feelings for him.
In the end, what should we do?
If not, just follow the plan
Gently pushing Lin Yan, Lian Hong called softly: "Lin Yan, Lin Yan?"
Lin Yan just frowned, tilted her head to the other side, and fell into a deep sleep.
I thought so. She also drank. It's already three or four in the morning. It's impossible not to feel sleepy.
Lifting a corner of the quilt, Lian Hong got out of bed
He carefully carried Lin Yan to the bed and turned off the light.
Looking at Lin Yan lying on the bed, Lian Hong didn't know where to start.
Forcibly take off her clothes? Pretend to ruin her innocence? But what if she wakes up?
What to do? What to do? Lian Hong can’t do anything anymore
After all, she is still a little girl, and he can't hurt her just because he rejects her feelings.
He couldn't do it if he was asked to deal with an innocent girl. What's more, he liked this girl who was enthusiastic and lively, so energetic and quirky, and lived a free and easy childish life, but also revealed a shrewdness that was better than that of her peers.
People of the same age are independent and strong, which is also because of their background.
Just like him, there is no sense of security. Just like him, they are all pretending.
However, his disguise is to use sunshine and innocence to cover up the loneliness, desolation and coldness in his heart, as well as the hatred that has been pressing in his heart for more than a year.
Looking at her peaceful and unprotected sleeping face, his heart slowly softened and could no longer become cold.
Raising his hand, he gently brushed aside the hair that was sticking to her face. His fingers were trembling a little, and he gently stroked her cheek.
Her cheeks were warm, smooth, as soft as a baby's skin, and it felt like touching a baby
Thinking of the baby, Lian Hong smiled helplessly and shook his head.
More than once, he had the opportunity to hurt the baby, but he couldn't do it
The child is innocent, he cannot really hurt his life