Tears fell hard on his face, and his sleeping eyes suddenly opened. The lavender light shone calmly, and her face was reflected in the eyes, but they were so indifferent that they remained motionless.
Her breathing suddenly stagnated, as if the air around her had been sucked away in an instant. She quickly backed away, but he suddenly raised his hand on her shoulder and pressed it hard.
Huang Beiyue looked down at him again, but still only saw the heart-wrenching indifference and alienation in those eyes.
She pursed her lips tightly and looked at him quietly for a moment before she saw his pink lips move slightly, and then murmured: "You finally appeared in my dream, Huang Beiyue, I thought you
He hates me so much that he refuses to appear in my dreams."
"I don't hate you." Feeling slightly sour, Huang Beiyue whispered, she just hated herself, self-loathing, and had never hated any of them.
Feng Lianyi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, raised his hand and caressed her cheek lovingly, his fingers as gentle as if he were holding a fragile porcelain.
Reluctant to break it, reluctant to touch it, such an illusory dream, it seems that if I breathe a little heavier, it will be blown away.
Such long-lost tenderness made her unable to bear it any longer. She suddenly choked and fell into his arms, "How can you keep your word? Didn't you say you would give me a home? Why did you break your promise?"
Startled slightly, Feng Lianyi stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly, "I don't break my promise, never."
"Liar." Huang Beiyue murmured in a low voice, but it didn't matter. A liar is a liar. She just fell in love with a liar, so she had to bear all the bitterness and sweetness herself.
He sighed softly, hugged her slender waist, and suddenly turned over, pressing her under him.
Huang Beiyue was startled for a moment and looked at him in confusion. Before she could figure out his intention, his lips were already captured by his lowered head and forcefully.
Domineering yet gentle, from shallow to deep, turning bit by bit, she looked at him with wide eyes, her heart was beating fast, she was a little nervous, but also a little expectant.
She hugged his neck without refusing or resisting.
If he regarded this as a dream, then she would also regard it as a dream.
Only in dreams can they hug each other so freely, without guarding or sudden hatred of each other, just like this, simply embracing each other.
When you wake up from the dream, Yi, you will laugh it off and think it is just a ridiculous dream. She will also smile and treasure it all in her heart.
When they meet next time, they will still draw their swords against each other, and there will be no difference between life and death.
This is our best love. Although there is no flowering process, it has the sweetness of fruition, even if it is only in a dream.
She leaned against his chest gently, with a soft smile on her lips. She was willing to do it, but why was she afraid of the dangers in the future?
Heavy breathing rose and fell by her ears. Feng Lianyi glanced at her gently. His originally clear eyes were now dyed with an illusory light like a dream. They were blurry and enchanting. He couldn't even breathe when he looked at her.
Almost forgot.
"Yue, don't you hate me like this?" His voice was hoarse and extremely sexy, tinged with lust.
Huang Beiyue chuckled: "I like you like this, I like you very much."
He was startled, a flash of pain quickly flashed in his dark purple eyes, and then he started to untie her clothes while kissing her carefully.
