It turned out that he had never left her half a step.

And she, but forced herself never to think of him.

His slender fingers slowly lifted, lifting her tear-stained pretty face.

Leaning over slightly, he approached her in the humble posture he had been in for all this time.

She didn't speak, and neither did he.

His thin lips approached her, and he swallowed the crystal liquid oozing from the corners of her eyes into his abdomen, full of the taste of lovesickness, slightly bitter, slightly sweet and slightly painful.

Shen Dunian gently closed her trembling eyes, slowly stretched out her hand to him, and before she could touch him, he suddenly hugged her waist and hugged her fiercely.

His strength was great, as if to merge her into his own flesh and blood, and his handsome face was buried in her long black hair, greedily smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her.

These are all breaths that belong to her alone.

After two months of separation, he didn't think he would miss her so far.

"Jun Yiqing. Shen Dunian buried her head in his arms, let the tears gush out again, and put her hands around his waist.

Listening to the deafening heartbeat in her ears, feeling the awe-inspiring breath that made her unforgettable, she cried like a child, choked up and said aggrievedly: "I miss you." ”

Now that she is in the dark, he is like a light, covering her head, warm and shining.

This is the first time she has clearly told him in such a straightforward and pitiful voice that she misses him.

I want to think about it, I think about it, I don't dare to think about it, I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold it up if I think about it.

Jun Yiqing hugged her fiercely in his arms, and he only felt a shock when he heard the sound, and the impact and feeling she brought him made him almost crazy.

Releasing him slightly, he couldn't even speak, and lowered his head to seal her lips.

A thousand words can only be expressed in such a warm and domineering way.

His gentleness, his arrogance, his peerlessness, everything about him is vividly displayed in this kiss.

It seemed like a century had passed.

Shen Dunian didn't even know how she was transferred from the center of the room to the sofa, and she didn't know how her clothes became so messy.

I don't know how long he kissed her.

But he knew how forbearant he was, to the point where he was forced to stop at the thought of her long journey.

He was lying on the couch, and she rolled over on top of him, resting her face on his chest, wrapping her arms around his straight neck, breathing unsteadily, "Why did you stop?" ”

If it weren't for the bruises that she could see with the naked eye and hadn't completely subsided, if it had been before, she had been so kind to invite and ask such questions, he would have been completely out of control.

She was like a poison, contaminated with lifelessness.

But more than anything like this, he wanted her to pause a little bit in her bare pace.

"Do you want to continue?" Jun Yiqing reached out and pinched her chin, lifted her delicate appearance slightly, looked at her with burning eyes, and said fatally temptingly.

Shen Dunian also looked at him, she missed him, as long as he wanted it, she didn't care.

"Someone comes in the afternoon, and in my time, I'm afraid it will be ruined. Jun Yiqing said arrogantly.

Shen Wannian smashed his fist into his chest, his face turned red instantly, and he said angrily, "Ask for face." ”

It's only morning, and he said that it was the afternoon, and it was really ......

Jun Yiqing put his arm around her waist, lifted her body slightly, landed a kiss on her forehead, hugged her and said, "Rest for a while, I'll go and make you something to eat." ”

Shen Dunian heard that Jun Yiqing was going to cook for her personally, so she really shrank on the sofa, reached out to cover the velvet blanket, squinted her eyes and nodded with a smile.

Compared to him, Shen Dunian was ashamed of himself, and if it were her, he would definitely involuntarily ask what had happened these days.

He will always be better than she can carry.

In his heart, everything, the truth, everything, is not as important as her eating and sleeping well.