My heart suddenly felt like it was being hollowed out, and my breathing was so light that it almost disappeared.
I want to call him, but will he be scared by me? I want to follow him, but will it disturb him? What should I do?
(Sixteen: Go up and push him. Mouqing: You dare!)
Gripping my heart, I ran in front of him as fast as possible and with the lightest steps.
Yan Yeyi stopped and looked at me with the most innocent eyes. With a little doubt, he pursed his lips and blinked aggrievedly... He was so cute, like a fragile bubble.
It seems that as soon as you reach out and touch it, you will be instantly disillusioned
"Come down." I slowly moved in front of him, and stretched out my hand to him like coaxing a child.
"If I die..." Yan Yeyi ignored my hand. He looked at a certain point in the dark night and whispered lightly into the air, as if talking to himself.
What the hell? Why do so many people want to die? She Moyang, Darius, and Yan Yeyi, these three idiots, will die if they want. Why do you need my opinion? My surname is Yan, and my name is Luo Wang.
"He's dead!" After a few seconds, Yan Ye turned his eyes to me and then answered his words.
"Bullshit, if you die, you will die. You still want to be resurrected! Idiot, get off here." I was so angry that I put my hands on my hips and shouted at him in a commanding tone.
Damn it, this idiot, can't he just settle down for a few chapters?
Unexpectedly, Yan Yeyi not only ignored me, but also raised his steps and slowly walked towards the end.
The night was getting colder and colder. He was wearing a white shirt and walking willfully in the cold wind.
"Yan Yeyi, can you come down?"
I followed him step by step to prevent him from accidentally stepping into hell while searching for heaven.
"Be good, come down." Even though he ignored me, I still coaxed him
"If I die, I will die." His faint words lingered in my ears. If he died... I don't want to have that if. This is more unimaginable than anything else.
"If you die, who will bully me?" I lowered my head and said softly unconsciously.
Yan Yeyi suddenly stopped. He squatted down and sat on the fence, pressing his hands into the tiles behind his back. His slender legs were handsomely crossed into two-legged legs.
He looked up at the starry sky for a long time, and I didn't dare to let go of my hand on his clothes.