Sweetheart rolled onto the bed with a grunt, and in the darkness where her fingers were faintly recognizable, she looked at Situ Qinglang in horror.

Situ Qinglang propped up his upper body, and also looked at her eyes in a daze, rubbing his hands on her silky cheeks repeatedly.

What is he going to do? Sweetheart was nervous, and a word suddenly popped into her mind -- wine!

Could it be that he wants to ...... with himself

She is not averse to doing some stormy things with him, but she can't accept it when he is not sober! She is afraid that he will turn his face tomorrow morning and refuse to admit it!

"Clear ...... Clear?" she tried to scream, timid as a kitten.

Situ Qinglang's body tightened, and he turned over suddenly, and completely imprisoned her under himself, his slender body covered her tightly, and saw that her bright eyes were faintly flashing with fear, entanglement, and uneasiness......

And that kind of love was like a fire rushing around in his body, and with her writhing movements, his reason collapsed, and for a while only the most primitive impulses remained.

"Sweetheart ......"

He gasped nervously, and his slightly hoarse voice swirled through the air and drilled into his sweetheart's heart, squeezing hard.

Sweetheart felt like her bones were about to fall out, and she thought to herself...... As a man, how can you breathe so sexually. Feel. Lure. Person?

"Qing, Qinglang, you, you, you calm down, you and I think we can't-hmm-"

Situ Qinglang frowned, and said in his heart How can this little mouth be so noisy, just eat it.

He kissed her, with the domineering and strong that he wanted to tear her down, his hands were interlocked with her fingers, as if he was pinning her to the bed, his lips and teeth were entangled, listening to her muffled whining, he couldn't care about anything for a moment.

To hell with the damned escapes! To hell with all opposition!

Only she can make him feel like he's a person, not a tool!

He wants her, wants to be with her, only she can make him laugh, only she can make him feel that he is not living in this world in vain, no matter where he is, what he is doing, whether he is alive or dead, there are always people who care about him from the bottom of their hearts!

"Sweetheart, I like you. He muttered, sometimes with a hint of forbearance. Recite.

Sweetheart's brain went blank at the time, stunned, she looked into his eyes dumbfounded, looked at those starry eyes, and stammered in disbelief, "You, what did you say?"

"I said I like you. Situ Qinglang repeated again, letting go of the hands that were clasping her, and encircled her in his arms, as if as soon as he let go, she would fly away.

The sweetheart brain crashed, and these four words became the most difficult words in the world to understand.

He loves himself...... From, from when?

Sweetheart wants to cry and laugh, she feels like she has been hit by five million! The world is so big, there are so many people, and her sweetheart just happens to have a heart with the person she likes!

She simply wanted to thank God, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

She burst into tears in an instant, crying and hugging Situ Qinglang, choking up: "I like you too...... I've liked you for a long time...... Me, I thought you hated me......"

Her soft cry tickled his tight heart again and again like a cat's paws, and he could hear "I've liked you for a long time" from her mouth, Situ Qinglang only felt that this was the best confession he had ever heard.

"Don't cry. He sucked the **** tears a little, regardless of the swelling pain under him, he picked up her little face and asked, "Do you want to be with me?"

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