Could it be that she drank Mr. Suzuki's medicine and had hallucinations?
Jing Hao stared in front of him, wearing a black shirt, tall and eye-catching Liangchen with picturesque features, and thought vaguely.
Liangchen straightened his clothes angrily, slowly turned his head, and then his eyes met with Jing Haohao's.
Everything around him seemed to disappear into thin air at this moment.
The two people just stared at each other quietly.
After a while, Liangchen suddenly walked toward Jinghao with long, hasty steps.
Before Jing Haohao could tell whether all this was a dream or an illusion, her arm was slightly pulled by someone, and then her whole body fell into a warm embrace.
The light aroma was exactly the same as the familiar smell in his memory. It seemed to have a magical power that made Jing Haohao's heart calm down all of a sudden.
The man held her harder and harder, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
Holding Jinghao so hard that he was slightly out of breath.
This hug lasted for about tens of seconds before Liangchen let go of Jing Haohao slightly. He lowered his head slightly and saw Jing Haohao, whose clothes, hair and face were all wet, and a layer of violence appeared in his eyes.
The woman's eyes were full of shock and fear, her face was pale, even her lips were trembling slightly, her chest was rising and falling, and her expression was dull, as if she had not yet recovered from such a thrilling incident.
Liangchen felt a layer of pity and distress in his heart, and his face became even darker. However, he raised his hand and gently wiped away the wine drops on Jing Haohao's face with his fingertips, bit by bit.
Jing Haohao felt that all this was like an unreal dream.
She opened a pair of dark and clear eyes, looking at the good time without blinking.
Always, no response.
Liangchen wiped off the drops of wine, then gently placed his fingers on Jing Haohao's lips, wiping them slowly, as if to wipe away the nauseating feeling that Mr. Suzuki had just put on Jing Haohao's lips.
Jing Haohao couldn't help but move her lips gently. Such a touch was so real, it didn't seem like a dream. Jing Haohao subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed the hem of the man in front of her. The fabric was soft, and her hand slowly
She moved forward and touched Liangchen's strong chest. Through her clothes, she could still clearly feel the familiar temperature of Liangchen's body in her memory.
Jing Hao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, staring at the handsome man with deep eyebrows and charming colors in front of him, he spoke softly and uncertainly: "Liangchen, is that you?"
It was his name she shouted.
With a hint of hesitation.
Liangchen's heart trembled slightly, and he nodded gently, and then whispered: "It's me, Liangchen."
Jing Hao opened her mouth, and even the voice sounded so familiar. Could it be that all of this was really not her hallucination?
Jing Haohao continued to touch Liangchen's chest twice, causing the man to raise his hand and hold her hand.
Jing blinked her eyes well, then blinked again, and felt the familiar heat in the man's hand. She was finally sure that this was really not a dream.
All this is real!
At the last moment when she thought she was about to die, this man, like a god, seemed to fall from the sky and landed in front of her.
A layer of indescribable excitement emerged in Jing Haohao's heart.