He and she really became a sculpture embracing each other, clinging to each other for eternity, never to be separated.
Wang Aoshuang was startled by the sudden external force and immediately woke up hazily.
She felt as if her body was tied with 100 ropes, making her unable to breathe, but her body was surrounded by an invisible body temperature.
She was surprised, could it be Lan Yuchi?
But this kind of breath is so familiar, light, refreshing, with a hint of calmness... It is Ling Ang's unique breath.
Her heart skipped a beat, was it Ling Ang?
But she was under house arrest by Lan Yuchi, who had always been very secretive. Even when she was transferred, she was unconscious and could not reveal any information.
But this smell is really familiar and close.
Could she be dreaming? But how could the dream be so real?
She tried to shout softly, "Ang..."
A soft, warm, yet hidden voice as hot as lava came through my ears, "It's me!..."
Wang Aoshuang's eyes suddenly widened, and they were frozen there for an instant.
She really heard Ling Ang's voice, the voice that was imprinted deep in her mind, the voice that she would remember even if she was out of her mind.
Is it really him? Is she really not dreaming?
The excessive surprise made her feel unconfident, and she had to confirm it herself.
She trembled and shouted urgently: "Ang... let me see you..."
Ling Ang immediately let her go and looked at her affectionately.
The moment her eyes came into contact with his face, the blood in Wang Aoshuang's heart continued to rush, and tears overflowed from her eyes.
In the faint shadow of the lamp, his face is like a snow lotus growing on an ice peak, resolute and unyielding yet so beautiful! Just like his personality, he can withstand cruel wind and rain, yet always maintains a fatal tenderness.
As long as he is around, he exudes a dizzying aura, and his noble and elegant temperament is as irresistibly attractive as a poppy.
She slowly stretched out her hand and touched his face slowly. Her shock made her almost silent with excitement, "Ang...it's you...it's really you!"
He gently held her hand, his beautiful lips were as soft as butterflies, and he opened them gently, "It's me... I will love you Ling Ang for the rest of my life."
"Ang..." She couldn't calm down and she burst into tears of joy. The crystal tears looked like morning dew falling on the lush green grass under the light.
"Don't cry." His voice was as soft as clouds of smoke, lingering in her heart.
His slender fingertips brushed away her tears, and his fingertips brushed across her white face, as gently as a soft willow crossing the water.
Looking at his peak-level beautiful face, exuding a jade-like light under the lamp, she felt so illusory, and she was so afraid that this was just a mirror, a dream that she longed for so much.
She asked with expectation and worry: "Am I really awake?"
He looked at her gently, his smile as beautiful as a flower that had just bloomed in the morning. He slowly lowered his head, gently held her lower lip with his warm lips, and bit it slightly hard.
He left her slightly and stared into her eyes like faint starlight, "Do you feel any pain?"
"It hurts." The feeling of warmth and slight pain on her lips made her believe that she was really not in a dream.
But Ling Ang's god-like presence still made her feel slightly dazed.