If she hadn't tried her best to stop him, he might have died suddenly on the spot.
Miaolian sat beside him for a long time, not knowing that her heart was broken, not feeling uncomfortable, not feeling sad at all. She just felt that he was very cold. So she slowly got up and sat slowly in his
Around me.
His hand was still holding her tightly, and the palms were extremely cold. She held these hands tightly for a long time, and then slowly went to bed and quietly hugged him.
He was already in a semi-coma, the crazy blush on his face had faded, leaving him with an extremely dismal and haggard and pale one left.
When he went crazy and forced her desperately, she was so scared that she was far away from him. When he fell asleep and was so close to him, she approached him instead, with a kind of doomsday manic sorrow.
She approached his body very carefully and hugged him carefully and without any distance. The two hugged in this way, without a trace of distance on their bodies.
It's like I've never been so intimate or so lingering.
His body was still so cold, like a person who had been suffering in ice and fire for a long time. Every step he walked, he was bleak footprints, depicted by black charcoal, and looked desolate.
How did it come to this point???
He knew Ye Jia. He knew it very early, right??? And she actually misunderstood that he knew nothing, and she still had a self-deception fantasy.
Fortunately, he tolerated her for so long.
He turned over and made a blurry sound from his mouth. She was afraid of disturbing him, so he had reached out and pushed her away. In his dream, unconsciously and in a daze, he just felt the heat of getting out of here, and couldn't help but want to turn it up.
She pushed it away.
Miaolian clearly felt this resistance, but she still didn't let go and hugged him quietly. When he turned over, she took a veil and wiped the sweat on his forehead and the beads of sweat dry.
Clean.
Then, the two of them still faced each other nakedly.
This was unimaginable in the past. She always wore pajamas every night when she slept. No matter how intimate the couple was, she had never changed her habit of indifference. Until now, until the man around her, who was cold and hot.
Maybe I know, but I can't hold it for long, right?