Tears welled up in Su Dafei's eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress her emotions, but the tears in her eyes still couldn't bear it and burst out...
Situ Longhao looked at Su Dafei's tearful look, and his heart felt as if someone had hit him.
What happened today was originally his fault, and he was thinking about how to explain it to Cocoa all the way. After all, he had promised her a few months ago...
But he didn't expect that what he received was not Keke's aggressive questioning but such considerate and gentle understanding.
"cocoa……"
Seeing the woman crying like a woman in front of him, Situ Longhao reached out his hand distressedly to wipe away the tears on Su Dafei's face.
The temperature between his fingers seemed to burn him. It was so hot and made his heart beat.
"Hao, I won't be so willful anymore. I won't force you to promise me not to see her as much as possible. If...if you go to accompany her...I...I won't be angry...really...just...
, can you please stop lying to me in the future... That will make me feel that I am about to lose you... Hao, I don't want to lose you... I... only have you..." Su Dafei's tears rolled out even more wantonly, bang bang
Drops of popping sound fell on the back of Situ Longhao's hand...
"No, I promise you, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future. Be good, don't cry!" Situ Longhao looked at the little woman who was crying into tears, and promised with heartache. His warm lips did not stop.
He kept sucking Su Dafei's tears.
I tasted the bitter taste in my mouth, and my heart seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
The tears gradually stopped, and the lips of the two slowly touched each other, and the tender kiss gradually burned into a strong flame.
Su Dafei put her arms around Situ Longhao's neck, her tear-stained face was tightly entangled with Situ Longhao, and the night was burning with passion.
On the big bed, Su Dafei heard the man's even breathing and opened her sleepy eyes. In the darkness, there was a victorious smile on the corner of her lips. There is no doubt that pretending to be pitiful and tears are indispensable weapons for women, which will make many things more effective with half the effort.