The hot kiss fiercely blocked Zhong Qing's lips, and fell on her cheeks, ears, and neck without any rules...
"Leng Yan, don't even think about committing murder while drunk!" Zhong Qing frowned slightly: "I'm really angry!"
Hearing Zhong Qing's words, Leng Yan's entire body suddenly froze, his hand gently caressed her cheek, his lax eyes locked on hers, gradually softening: "Qing'er..."
The loving heart suddenly softened.
How long had it been since he called her name so fondly?
only……
Suddenly, Zhong Qing suddenly thought of something and stared at Leng Yan in disbelief: "You have recovered your memory a long time ago, right?"
"Qing'er..." Leng Yan was drunk and unconscious at this time. He came close to her cheek, pressed his forehead against hers, and spread his hot breath on her skin: "Wife, I love you..."
The pure confession instantly digested the anger in Zhong Qing's heart. Strangely enough, at this moment, she really believed it.
My heart felt increasingly hot and uncomfortable.
Zhong Qing stared blankly at the heroic but distorted face in front of her, but it no longer had the sweetness and happiness of the past, but was filled with ridicule and confusion.
What's more, it's bitter...
If they really love each other so much, why do they still have Tang Wei and their children?
If he really loves her so much, why doesn't he want to marry her?
If they really love each other so much, why would they come to this point...
If she really loves him so much, why does her heart hurt so much?
She is no longer the little girl who was ignorant of the world and could do anything.
Now she can no longer bear his heavy love.
Leng Yan's red and misty eyes reflected her helpless and sad expression.
The pain in her eyes made him feel distressed.
Even if he really lost his memory, he could forget the whole world, but he could not forget the shadow in his heart.
The thought of wanting her is so strong.
I really want to have her...
After a slight pause, Leng Yan suddenly lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, gently tracing her lips with full love.
Tasting her sweetness.
Along with his enthusiasm, Zhongqing gradually immersed in his tenderness, almost turning into a pool of spring water, as if she could feel that he regarded her as his only emotion.
The hand that was originally placed on his chest gradually stretched upward and couldn't help but wrap around his neck.
Responded to him in a strange and familiar manner.
The half-narrowed eyes were covered with a layer of infatuation that was so thick that it couldn't be let go.
Feeling her response and wetness, Leng Yan's eyes were red and almost going crazy from torture. His body was so hot that he couldn't bear it anymore and all obstacles were removed.
Entering hard...
His shadow was reflected in Zhong Qing's hazy eyes. When she was confused, she secretly told herself in her heart.
This is the last time to be willful...
*
The night is like water and slightly cool.
Leng Yan seemed to be really tired and drunk, so he fell asleep deeply with Zhong Qing in his arms.
However, Zhong Qing nestled in his arms.
But still couldn't fall asleep.
Looking at his deep and deep sleeping face, she was so moved in the past.
However, now my heart is as broken as a knife.
Leng Yan, this is the last time...
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The next day.
When Leng Yan woke up, he felt a chill on his body. When he lifted the quilt and took a look, he immediately realized something. He rubbed his tired brows and tried to remember last night...
I suddenly remembered something, put on my clothes casually, got up, and searched around the apartment.
She is gone!
Leng Yan's heart seemed to have been dug out, and let him panic out empty.
He, his eyes accidentally fell on the coffee table, and his pupils were tightened ...