In the dark, a dizzy woman fell into softer bedding, and the familiar smell rushed into her nose and her eyes adapted to it. Without light, the bedroom could see many things clearly.
Before she could respond, the man leaned forward and took her into his arms.
It’s quiet around. Breathing is his smell.
And quiet enough that she can hear Xiao Jing’s steady and powerful heartbeat, which is different from her deer’s beating.
"Xiao …"
"Don’t move. I want to hug you."
As she said, she really stopped moving or relaxed and said, "haven’t you been holding me all the time?"
But now this environment is different.
He didn’t speak, but his mood was obviously a little different from that just now. His arm was so strong that he almost embedded her in his body.
An Yan slowly relaxed his fingers and slowly touched his short and hard hair, and his fingers shuttled through his hair.
If he doesn’t talk, he won’t talk, so the two of them keep hugging each other, and he still controls his body without crushing her.
At the moment, Xiao Jing is not erotic, but simply holding her and his burning breath is all bursting at her neck. When the man’s good voice rings in silence-
"Who am I?"
"… huh?" There is something wrong with Anyan.
He held her tight, causing her to knit her brows in the dark. "Who am I?"
Then he asked again and didn’t mean to be impatient
An Yan squinted his eyes and fingers touched his vague facial outline and gently rubbed it. Then he said with a smile, "You are Xiao Jing."
The man’s jaw in the palm of his hand is covered with a layer of shallow stubble, which can not be seen in the light, but can be felt by his fingers, but it is very real, and there is a tingling feeling in his palm.
"You used to be a very bad person …"
A woman’s finger was suddenly caught-close to his lips and moved to her ear, while she was in his arms. How tight was it that she was held by a man?
Section 6
Probably one second ago, Anyan felt that she could breathe, but she felt a little difficult to breathe when she was held by him so much.
I was awake just now, but now I feel a little dizzy in my head. There are layers of entanglement and overlapping emotions in my heart. Yan Yan reached out and gently grabbed his waist shirt.
"I’m Xiao Jing to Anyan, and I can’t forget this person in my life, you know?"
His voice is deep and dumb, like a dull grand piano in D key.
An Yan reflected a sense of "but people have a generation who don’t forget their generation, too …"
"People have a generation, but the soul is not-"The man interrupted her.
Buddhist scriptures say that human body has a lifetime, but the soul is eternal.
She smiled with a sigh. "But I don’t want to meet you, Mr. Xiao. It’s too tired and too hard."
The words sound just fell and Anyan felt very dizzy. In the darkness, she changed her position with him, and now she was lying beside him.
A man’s big palm on her waist means a lot to me.
Ann breathed a little breathless, but then she lay prone on his chest and held his eyes narrowed. "Where are you so overbearing? This generation is not enough. Do you really have any three lives?" That’s all a lie. "
Suddenly, it seems that I remembered something. Yan Yan opened his eyes and looked at the French window. The curtains still fluttered gently, and the night was very thick outside.
At this moment, Anjin unexpectedly entered her mind and calculated carefully that her brother had been away from her for more than ten years.
An Yan couldn’t help but wet her eyes, but her voice was still calm. She said in a declarative way, "What generation of Xiao Jing people died when they died? You see, if I really died at the beginning, there is no such person in this world as An Yan. She won’t know whether you hate her or love her."
"Nothing is nothing. No matter how hard you can’t find it, she won’t come back unless you tell her-"
There was a pause before he added, "And even if you came to me on the dead road, you couldn’t find me. I must have left long ago, and I want heaven after I die, but you are too bad to me … God will definitely not let us …"
"Don’t say don’t say …"
Xiao Jing will pour out, but she is very calm. She holds her in her arms. The distance between them is very close, but it is not a negative distance.
An Yan hugged his body with a sigh and gently said, "Xiao Jing, I mean, the rest of my life is still long. Let’s have a good life when this life is left."
Answering her is that the two of them hugged each other tightly in the dark in his hot arms, which is the first time that Xiao Jing has revealed his emotions for a few days.
She patted his back and smelled his familiar smell. "I know I didn’t give you a sense of security, but you have to believe me. I’m here to promise you." The man looked her in the dark and said quietly, "I won’t leave you until I die, okay?"
For Xiao Jing, when someone becomes more important than himself, that kind of gain and loss in the bones will never be eliminated.
But there is still a difference between having her guarantee and not having her guarantee at this time.
For a long time, he still buried his head in her neck and gently replied, touching her soft hair, "Remember to tell me if you have any discomfort in the future, remember?"
"… good"
In this situation today, she actually imagined that she had a nosebleed, but it was because of his words that Xiao Jing would be like this.
He himself said that even if she had a nosebleed because of him, he would not let her leave, or suffer together and die together.
Either she comes before him.
But if this is the case, he will be like no one knows.