She just smiled, didn't answer, and let him lead her into the traffic.
Looking sideways at him, she thought to herself that in this life, she would only follow him in all directions, because no one would be affected by her smiles, joys and sorrows.
This is the only person who has no regrets in this life.
She thought, if she keeps going like this, will she still be there when she is fifty years old?
This is a dream bubble that she couldn't even imagine half a year ago. At that time, she never dared to dream about it because she thought it was so luxurious.
Love really doesn't have to be as intense as boiling water. It's best to be as plain as water, but still water flows long.
"Chang Mian, will we stay together until we grow old?" Unconsciously, he became pretentious.
Chang Mian looked at her deeply, turned the steering wheel sharply, turned to another road, and then smiled: "What else do you think?"
"I'm afraid that the shelf life of love is not long. Have you never heard of the seven-year itch? Some people say that between men and women, men are only good to women when they are in love. After marriage, a man changes his face faster than his book.
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"We have only been together for four years. The Seven Year Itch is about getting married. Why are you worried about something so far away now?"
As he spoke, he stretched out one hand to hook her neck and pulled her close. He leaned into her ear and said, "Let me tell you, the relationship between husband and wife is indeed like sex. There is only one point where they intersect - that is, they are in love."
As time passes, we will become further and further apart from each other.”
His low voice hovered in her ear, but it made the woman who was prone to wandering thoughts during pregnancy frown slightly: "What about us? Are we as pathetic as x?"
Isn't that right? She feels that she must be God's beloved, and they will grow old together after they get married. If that doesn't happen, then she would rather never know him.
"No, we are Y. After intersecting, we will always become one."
When Chang Chang heard these words, her heart suddenly suffocated. An unspeakable sweet feeling spread throughout her body, and her heart beat like thunder.
Her eyes met his, as if she was sucked into those tender black eyes. It wasn't until he almost hit the car in front that the two of them recovered from the intense atmosphere.
Chang Mian smiled slightly: "I am your man for life, whether it is the first time we met or a hundred years later, Chang Shang, please remember this sentence."
She covered her mouth and nodded in silence, thinking that women, just like this, can fall in love for a lifetime just for a promise, and some people's promises are really precious, so precious that she can't wait to breathe into the small glass.
Put it in a bottle, keep it well, and when you want to listen, open the glass bottle.
She curled her lips slightly. "Chang Mian, honestly speaking, when we first met, you planned to spend the rest of your life with me, right?"
"I never thought about it."
"You must think so. If you don't admit it, I will make up my own mind."
It turns out that man just won’t take advantage of a victory to please a woman, so he honestly said, “I really never thought about it.”
"Don't listen, don't listen."
"But the moment you took the scissors and wanted to kill me, I seemed to have seriously thought about it. If you dared to do it, I would send you to hell immediately; if you couldn't do it, I would pamper you for the rest of my life."
Once a thought arises, it disappears into ashes; when a thought disappears, there is endless grace.
Chang Mian said with a low smile.
Chang Chang patted her chest with lingering fear: "Fortunately, but I really had the intention of killing you at the beginning."