Tong Ran made a move, she followed and stepped forward, sticking out the tip of her tongue like him, wanting to kiss him deeply, but even what she could do every minute before was now impossible.

She suddenly regretted that when she was in Jinhai City, he had to kiss her all the time, and she could be in estrus anytime and anywhere, she either dodged or hidden, and always refused.

But in the end, I found that what I used to do every day has become a luxury.

What was she hiding from at the time? What could she have cherished, what was she going to do......

Tong Ran stretched out her hand, and her clenched little fist slammed into the glass window again and again, making a thumping sound, mixed with her roaring voice like a little beast, "Monan Jue! You hug me! I want you to hug me!"

"Tong Dye!"

Mo Nanjue choked in his throat, the corners of his delicate eyes were filled with sorrow, and it hurt in his eyes, he reached out to grab the glass window, wanting to wrap her little hand in the palm of his hand.

Separated by a window, even such an ordinary action is no longer possible.

The man stared down at her face, once love penetrated into the bone marrow, he had lost the ability to look away, "Don't beat, I'm distressed." ”

She couldn't hear it.

Tong Ran stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, her little hand beating the glass window was red, and she used enough strength every time, "Mo Nanjue!

She frantically raised her legs to kick, but the hard glass windows couldn't even shoot bullets, let alone her fists and legs?

Tong Ran began to tremble as she thrashed, her slender shoulders rubbing the glass window and sliding towards the curly, she raised her hand to grab his hand against the glass window.

No matter how close you are, you can't catch ......

"Monanjue, I want you to hug me......"

Tong Ran stretched out his hand to his eyes, his crying could not be suppressed, and violent emotions erupted from the left and right atrium, and even the entire glass window trembled.

Monanjue's eyes twitched, and he crouched down and raised his hand against the glass window against which she leaned on her shoulder.

His thin lips moved lightly, and his expression unconsciously brought affection, "Wife, don't cry." ”

Tong Ran just hung her head, and she couldn't hear anything he said.

With one hand still on the glass window, the man turned his face sideways and lightly imprinted a kiss on the spot where her fingertips touched.

Tong Dye was stunned.

Mo Nanjue looked at her little face, and leaned over with thin lips and kissed again.

Tong Ran was shocked, her whole hand trembled, the tip of her nose was inexplicably sour, and she raised her hand to wipe it.

The man raised his hand and wrote three words on the glass window: "Don't move. 】

Tong Ran sniffed and turned his face away.

Mo Nanjue wrote three more words: [Turn back.] 】

Tong Ran glanced at it and muttered, "Don't." ”

When the man saw her head down, he continued to write: "I'll count three. 】

She didn't move.

[One. 】

She furrowed her little eyebrows.

[II. 】

She stole a look.

Mo Nanjue did not continue to write three, but reached for the zipper of his pants.

Tong Ran was startled, thinking that he was going to do something, so he hurriedly turned around.

A smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth.

Tong Ran lifted his little face and looked at his handsome face.

Just right, when she met a pair of black eyes, the burning sight in them burned her whole body like a fire, and Tong Ran couldn't help but reach out and touch his slender five fingers.

Separated by a thick layer of glass, it was cold and biting, but both of them felt the heat.

Tong Ran's slender hand was curled inward, as if he wanted to put his little hand into his palm as before.