At the end of the second time, he hugged her and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Jingyun, I miss you." His voice was as cold as an aphrodisiac in hell, and his tone was full of longing and affection. He didn't know how to express his love for her, how to express his longing for her,
I just keep thinking about her and missing her.
His voice couldn't hide its trembling, and her voice was very quiet, "I miss you too."
His heart was filled with the joy of regaining something. "Are you injured? Are you..."
She pointed her finger at the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm fine." He was as cold as he was. He said he missed her three times in a short period of time and asked about her safety twice. He seemed to be unable to say anything else. It was obvious that
, how difficult it was for him when she was not by his side.
He held her tighter, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones. He had a thousand words to say, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand thoughts, and longings that filled his heart and lungs.
The expression finally turned into silence, and a hug so tight that it suffocated her.
She felt the love from him that was so heavy that it suffocated her. Without him saying anything, she could understand that his heart only contained her.
After a while, she finally couldn't help it anymore, "Shang, don't hold me too tightly."
He had hugged her very lightly! Understanding that she was worried about the child, he relaxed his hold slightly and said, "Jingyun, is our baby okay?"
She stroked her little hand upward from his chest, "You will also ask the baby?"
"You said you should care about the baby."
"not too good."
A trace of worry flashed in his bloody eyes, "What's wrong? Did I push too hard just now..."
"No." She shook her head, "The baby is already three months old, and the fetal position is still quite stable. You should try to be as gentle as possible about the love you had just now, it doesn't matter."
"That……"
She rubbed her little hand again to block his mouth, preventing him from continuing. Her smooth fingertips stroked his handsome but stubble-covered right cheek, "Why don't you shave?
If you don’t shave, you’ll age several years instantly.”
"I don't have any thoughts." His voice was muffled, "I'm worried about you."
"I'm really fine."
"It's great that you are back with me again."
"We won't be separated, and we won't be separated for many days."
"But I feel like it's been a long, long time. It's been so long that I'm going to die. I'm going crazy thinking about you!"
She closed her eyes and said, "I know." But her love was not as strong and deep as his.
The black and gray black iron mask on his left cheek also fell to the bed because of the intense love just now. Without the cover of the mask, it can be seen that his left face is full of death scars, and there is no left eye and empty eye sockets.
Eerie.
No beard can grow on the dead scars. The scars are on the left side of his face, which has thicker bones than the normal right cheek. If ordinary people saw it, they would be frightened to death instead of fainting.
She didn't seem to notice his mutilation, and her little hand moved over to touch the scar on his left face out of boredom.
He was a little nervous. He hadn't seen her for many days, fearing that she would be frightened by his terrifying left cheek. After all, it was too disgusting and ugly.
He lowered his head, trying to see her expression clearly, but she happened to raise her head in his arms.
His bloody right eye looked straight into her clear and bright pupils.
Her eyes were full of longing and care, without a trace of sympathy or fear.
