However, she cried even harder, and even completely ignored him and she was crying. Tears surged down, and she never cried so hard on the day she left the palace.
He hugged her tighter, because of the surging tears, he could only comfort her, and even put away his own tears. Men don't cry easily, and he even wondered that he had been like this for so many years of turmoil and chaos.
Tears lost incompetence?
For a long time, she even forgot to push him away and needed a hug to lean on her - even if she was crying, she could only be unscrupulous in front of some people.
It was unknown how long it took for her to slowly stop crying, and she only sobbed slightly and choked.
His voice was softer than the light of the night pearl in the corner: "Little guy, cry, cry. In the past, I was bad, I blame me all... In the future, I will never make you sad again...
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Her head rested on his chest, soaking his single shirt completely wet.
But he laughed, his voice and his heart were so relaxed. At the same time, it was a faint happiness, a strong emotion, an incredibly relaxed state, able to hold her, and watch her cry in his arms - that was
A feeling of losing and gaining again.
More excited than when I first learned that she was pregnant.
At the same time, it was also a relief.
Some people can only be happy if they are around some people.
In the past, he thought that every woman was the same, and she had her own happiness. Now he understood and understood thoroughly that in fact, there are also differences between women.
Totally different.
Even if you get happiness, it is completely different.
Some are pleasures, some are happiness.
Some are senses, some are happiness.
I have passed the stage of sensory stimulation, and I only hope for peace and happiness. I will no longer be so intense, drunk and dreaming.
She was still thrusting, rubbing his chest with tears. He hugged her tightly, as if hugging a little daughter who had suffered a lot of grievances, and her heart was so sour and gentle: "Fangfei, let's make up...we