"Msang Gong, I am Nan Nan, and I am really here to find you." Nan Nan leaned in Nangong Yu's arms, her tears wet a large part of his clothes, but she still couldn't stop her tears. She reached out and grabbed Nangong Yu's arms.
She put on her clothes, stood up on tiptoes, and gently kissed his lips that were white from pain. The cold touch made her couldn't help but get closer, trying to warm him.
A piece of warmth covered the cold lips, and the small soft lips lingered in a panic, with a strong sense of distress and connection. Nangong Yu was shocked, and this too real touch completely pulled him back.
His mind froze. He pulled away from the person who was still lighting a fire on his lips, "Nan Nan?"
Seeing that he finally saw her, Nannan nodded happily, stretched out her hand to hug him, tears fell heavily, "Mr., I finally found you, let's go home, okay?"
"Okay, let's go home." At this moment, Nangong Yu's eyes and heart were filled with the cute little person in front of him. Just now, he felt pain like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. At this time, everything seemed to have disappeared. He only saw her. This world was full of pain.
It has nothing to do with him anymore. All he wants is the person in front of him.
"Msang Gong." Nan Nan cried with joy, her heart went up and down, and it hurt. It hurt when she saw him being tortured; it hurt when she heard his voice; if he didn't love her, she would hurt;
He loves her so much that he can't love him anymore, and she will feel pain too.
No matter what, it all comes from him.
"Why are you crying?" Nangong Yu endured the pain, smiled gently at her, and raised his hand to wipe the tears on her cheek, "I'm fine."
Nan Nan didn't say anything, she just hugged Nangong Yu tightly and refused to let go no matter how much he coaxed her. A pair of tender white catkins, like vines, wrapped around him tightly.
Knowing the fear and grievance in her heart, Nangong Yu coaxed her warmly while secretly blaming himself. If it weren't for his negligence at the wedding banquet that day, how could he and Nan Nan have been forced to separate for so long, and how could they be like this today?
A scary meeting?
Nan Nan hugged Nangong Yu. Although the two of them were so close, so close that there was no gap, she still felt that it was not enough. She just wanted to get closer, even closer. She raised her little face with tearful eyes and took the initiative
To chase Nangong Yu’s thin lips.
Nangong Yu was startled, not knowing what was wrong with her, and subconsciously wanted to pull her away to ask what was going on. However, Nan Nan refused, standing on tiptoes, and kept pressing her lips against his.
"Nan Nan, what's wrong?" Nangong Yu smiled helplessly, pressed his forehead against Nan Nan's, and whispered to her gently, "Shall we go home?"
Nannan nodded casually, but her small white hands climbed up to his neck, tilted his head down, and her tender red lips pressed against his. She nibbled randomly and murmured,
"Ms. sir, I want to kiss you."
Her gentle voice was a little coquettish and coquettish, delicate and soft, and a little aggrieved, like the water plants in March in the south of the Yangtze River, swaying under the water, swaying into his heart and captivating his heart.
Nangong Yu no longer restrained himself, lowered his head, grasped the troublesome red lips, and gently guided her to dance with him. The familiar fragrance and breath that he had not seen for a long time made Nangong Yu a little drunk for a moment.
This was a dream, and he would rather not wake up.
Nan Nan nestled softly in Nangong Yu's arms, her little face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy and moving. Nangong Yu groaned lowly, tried hard to calm down his emotions, and raised his hand to tidy up Nan Nan's messy clothes.
He picked up the clothes and kissed her forehead, "Nan Nan, let's go home." "Mr., I am Nan Nan.
, I really came to find you." Nan Nan leaned in Nangong Yu's arms, her tears wet a large part of his clothes, but she still couldn't stop her tears. She reached out and grabbed Nangong Yu's clothes, stood up on tiptoes, and gently
Gently kissing his lips that were white from pain, the cold touch made her couldn't help but get closer, trying to warm him.
A piece of warmth covered the cold lips, and the small soft lips lingered in a panic, with a strong sense of distress and connection. Nangong Yu was shocked, and this too real touch completely pulled him back.
His mind froze. He pulled away from the person who was still lighting a fire on his lips, "Nan Nan?"
Seeing that he finally saw her, Nannan nodded happily, stretched out her hand to hug him, tears fell heavily, "Mr., I finally found you, let's go home, okay?"
"Okay, let's go home." At this moment, Nangong Yu's eyes and heart were filled with the cute little person in front of him. Just now, he felt pain like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. At this time, everything seemed to have disappeared. He only saw her. This world was full of pain.
It has nothing to do with him anymore. All he wants is the person in front of him.
"Msang Gong." Nan Nan cried with joy, her heart went up and down, and it hurt. It hurt when she saw him being tortured; it hurt when she heard his voice; if he didn't love her, she would hurt;
He loves her so much that he can't love him anymore, and she will feel pain too.
No matter what, it all comes from him.
"Why are you crying?" Nangong Yu endured the pain, smiled gently at her, and raised his hand to wipe the tears on her cheek, "I'm fine."
Nan Nan didn't say anything, she just hugged Nangong Yu tightly and refused to let go no matter how much he coaxed her. A pair of tender white catkins, like vines, wrapped around him tightly.
Knowing the fear and grievance in her heart, Nangong Yu coaxed her warmly while secretly blaming himself. If it weren't for his negligence at the wedding banquet that day, how could he and Nan Nan have been forced to separate for so long, and how could they be like this today?
A scary meeting?
Nan Nan hugged Nangong Yu. Although the two of them were so close, so close that there was no gap, she still felt that it was not enough. She just wanted to get closer, even closer. She raised her little face with tearful eyes and took the initiative
To chase Nangong Yu’s thin lips.
Nangong Yu was startled, not knowing what was wrong with her, and subconsciously wanted to pull her away to ask what was going on. However, Nan Nan refused, standing on tiptoes, and kept pressing her lips against his.
"Nan Nan, what's wrong?" Nangong Yu smiled helplessly, pressed his forehead against Nan Nan's, and whispered to her gently, "Shall we go home?"
Nannan nodded casually, but her small white hands climbed up to his neck, tilted his head down, and her tender red lips pressed against his. She nibbled randomly and murmured,
"Ms. sir, I want to kiss you."
Her gentle voice was a little coquettish and coquettish, delicate and soft, and a little aggrieved, like the water plants in March in the south of the Yangtze River, swaying under the water, swaying into his heart and captivating his heart.
Nangong Yu no longer restrained himself, lowered his head, grasped the troublesome red lips, and gently guided her to dance with him. The familiar fragrance and breath that he had not seen for a long time made Nangong Yu a little drunk for a moment.
This was a dream, and he would rather not wake up.
Nan Nan nestled softly in Nangong Yu's arms, her little face was flushed, and her eyes were hazy and moving. Nangong Yu groaned lowly, tried hard to calm down his emotions, and raised his hand to tidy up Nan Nan's messy clothes.
He picked up the clothes and kissed her forehead, "Nannan, let's go home."