Awahara Zemi was shocked, her lips pursed tightly. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, left his warm embrace, stared at him, and said calmly and without any emotion, "This is not love, it is love."
plunder."
m propped up his uninjured left leg, put his arm on it, tilted his head, and stared at her deeply. The emotion in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and he didn't want to do that fearless move anymore.
I just want to be selfish for once.
"Why do you want to speak out?" Awahara Zemei was too calm, "This is your business alone, but now you have to ask others to respond to your feelings?"
"You can refuse..."
"Rejection is also a kind of response. It is one of the choices I have to make after I understand your feelings!" Awahara Zemi's tone became a little more serious, and it was obvious that she was angry.
"I heard it, I understood it, I felt it, and then what? What kind of answer do you want me to give you? Under what circumstances will it not hurt other people?"
m suddenly stopped talking, just looked at her quietly with his brown eyes. His handsome face seemed to be suppressed with all his strength.
Facing his complicated gaze, Awahara Zemei knocked her chest with her fist and said word for word, "I don't want to be influenced by anyone. The people here cannot choose for themselves! You are right, I
It’s not Tingting. I can clearly distinguish the people in this heart, which one is mine and which one is Tingting’s..."
m suddenly kissed her lips and took all her words into his mouth. He kissed her very carefully and gently, but kept his arms tightly.
Awahara Zemei was stunned for a few seconds, then pushed him away suddenly, "Pah", a clear and loud slap, which was instantly swallowed up by the sound of wind.
Her face was burning, which showed how hard she hit her. M turned around and looked at her gently with his deep brown eyes, "I won't say I'm sorry. This is what I have always wanted to do."
Her fists were clenched and her whole body was trembling, but she still tried hard to restrain herself. Even when she was forcibly kissed, she was always the calm and composed Awahara Zemi. She said concisely and coldly, "I
Just when you hit your head, you won't care about what you did just now."
"Why don't you care about it?" m raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "What are you running from?"
"I have no reason to explain to you."
"Not to me, but to your own explanation."
"Then there's no need for it."
m smiled blindly and did not get closer, just staring, "You are obviously moved, but you try every means to suppress it and tell yourself that you love Chengyun. And I am also struggling, I just want to keep you
Send it to him."
Awara Zemei suddenly raised her eyes and stared at him quietly, "Then please continue to hold on and don't affect the happiness of others because of your own selfishness!"
"Are you happy?"
She looked at him calmly, her words burning in her heart, "I am very happy to be with Chengyun."
"Really?" He lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the arc of the lip line was a little incomplete. He didn't know what he had lost.
The mountain wind blew loudly, replacing all sounds. He slowly took off his coat and "put it on."
"No, thank you." Awahara Zemi sat on the other side of the tree pole, not looking at him.
m turned around stubbornly, his brows furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead. But he still forced the clothes to be put on her body, and the hands that buttoned her buttons were trembling, but he was still serious.
He tied it carefully for her. After a while, he raised his head and looked at her with a smile, "Xiaomei, as long as you feel happy, I will... completely withdraw from your life."
Awahara Zemi silently lowered her gaze, her breath filled with his warm and comfortable smell.
Overhead, the rumble of a helicopter suddenly came from far to near.
"There they are!" Ye Chengyun pointed downwards in surprise.
Nichkhun quickly landed the plane in a safe place. The cabin door opened. Ye Chengyun jumped out first and ran towards the two of them. He hugged Awahara Zemi and said, "Xiao Mei! That's great! You're okay!"
The person holding her was the familiar Ye Chengyun, but why, her heart was throbbing...
"M!" Zoe exclaimed and rushed to M's side.
Awahara Zemi was startled, and turned her head to look to the side. M had fainted, and a deep and long wound suddenly appeared on her back, as if it had been scratched by a sharp stone.
"Get him on the plane quickly!" Nikkun and Zoe immediately carried M away.
Her eyes followed him closely, the fog in her eyes blocked her sight, and she weakly rested her head on Ye Chengyun's shoulder. He was so seriously injured, why didn't he tell her?
"Xiaomei, let's go." Ye Chengyun hugged her cautiously.
m was immediately sent to the hospital where he was a visiting professor in Edinburgh, where he had his most trusted assistants.
Back at the branch, Xiaokui ran towards Awahara Zemei, "Auntie Xiaomei!"
"Xiao Kui!" Awahara Zemei picked her up and kissed her gently on her face, "I'm sorry, auntie can't always be by your side."
Xiaokui shook her head, "Auntie Xiaomei, will you find zero?"
"Well! Auntie will definitely find your mommy!"
"Xiao Kui, come to uncle," Ye Chengyun took her and motioned for Xiao Kui to take a bath, then carried Xiao Kui to the dining table, "Uncle has prepared mango pudding for you!"
"Oh." Xiaokui looked uninterested.
After taking a shower, Awahara Zemi changed into clean clothes, went to Nichkhun's room, and knocked on the door.
"What's the matter?" Nikkun opened the door.
"Which hospital is m in? I want to see him."
Nikkun was silent for two or three seconds. "Wait a minute," he wrote an address and handed it to her. After thinking about it, he said, "M never takes the initiative to get close to others. Although he didn't say it, we knew very well what he was thinking.
What. If you can't give him what he wants, please stop disturbing him."
"……Thanks."
Arriving at the hospital holding a bouquet of flowers, Awahara Zemi walked directly to the ward.
When she reached the door, she was about to open it, but her hand froze in an instant.
"M, why are you so careless and hurt yourself like this?" A slim blonde woman was carefully treating the wound on his back, her movements were unusually gentle, and there was a hint of distress in her tone.
m lay on the bed and said casually, "It's just a skin injury."
"Is this called a skin injury?" The woman shook her head helplessly, "Thanks to you, you are still my mentor. Do you call this a secret exchange of ideas?"
"Haha," M chuckled. It seemed difficult to relax in front of her.