"Wife, my bad wife, don't torture me anymore." Yan Ye held me in his arms, he protected me lovingly, and his cry became clearer and clearer.
Finally, Yan Yeyi Xiluo's crying seemed to be vented, and she sobbed on the back of my neck.
His hot tears seemed to melt into my heart, burning my whole heart
"Yan Yeyi, you are such an idiot." I cried silently, gently wrapped my hands around his neck, and made a naughty face.
"Don't forgive me." Yan Yeyi suddenly grabbed my shoulder, his expression seemed to be in pain, as if he was begging me.
"Why do you think everyone is as stingy as you?" Although it is really unforgivable, I feel uncomfortable if I don't forgive him.
This is not what I want, but I feel like I just can’t control my heart. It’s painful if I don’t forgive him.
"Be good, don't forgive me." But Yan Yeyi seemed to be determined to make me hate him. He used kindness and power to prevent me from pardoning him.
"Oh!" I could only puff my mouth in confusion.
God! I’m confused, why does he insist that I hate him?
"Then I'm leaving!" I turned around and didn't hear his answer. My steps didn't seem to want to move forward and kept stopping in place, as if waiting for something.
The surroundings were quiet. Maybe it was late at night and even the air became cold. I couldn't help but shudder and stepped forward.
But after walking a few steps, I still didn't hear any movement from Yan Yeyi, as if there was no one behind me.
This sudden fear came to my mind. I took courage and slowly turned my head.
"Yan Yeyi!" The scene behind me shocked me. I thought about it, maybe there was no one there when I looked back, or maybe I looked back and saw that Yan Yeyi had turned into a bad old man, etc. There were more terrifying scenes.
I panicked and supported Yan Yeyi, who was shaking all over. His pale face was covered with cold sweat, his hands were a little dry and he was clenching his hands tightly, and his painful expression seemed to be controlling some explosive force.
"Good boy, don't worry about me, go home quickly." Yan Yeyi tried his best to suppress it, biting his lips and opening them slightly, holding on to his reason and trying to drive me away.
"Idiot, you are a drug addict." I couldn't control that much, so I dragged him and ran towards that familiar building.
Behind him, the street lights are still beautiful and beautiful, like a quiet painting, as if the little accident just now was just a passing smoke.
The only thing that has changed is that the painter accidentally changed a few huge oil drums.