(70) No matter how impermanent the world is, my heart is the same as ever

Su Zhiyu tiptoed to close the door. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Click."

The induction setting of the door of the Bai family manor can be described as very intimate, and the gentle sound and thick wooden door will always give people an inexplicable sense of solidity. Su Zhiyu was relieved when he heard the soft sound of the sensor door. But I suddenly became nervous: why am I in such a mood? What am I afraid of?

Su Zhiyu turned his head uncontrollably, looked at the person on the bed, his heart was nameless and bitter, the clear moonlight poured down coldly, shining on the white bed, Su Zhiyu walked softly, slowly walked to the side of the bed, looking at the person's imageless sleeping posture, the tip of his nose was astringent, and he had an urge to cry.

How long do you ......

It's been a long time since I've been so close to Momo......

It's been a long time......

It was so long that she couldn't remember it......

In her memory, the love between her and Momo is a game of cat and mouse, nothing more than you chasing me, you looking for me to hide. She will always be the one who takes the initiative, and Momo will always be forced to accept her love.

How much Su Zhiyu wanted to see it, and wanted to see Mo Xiaoran say a response. Even if it's a smile, a word, an action, an expression...... That's enough. From the beginning, she has been giving, giving her heart, soul, body, energy, and time. worried about him so much that he couldn't sleep at night; Excited by his shallow smile and having to take medicine to calm himself down; confess what he did wrong for his sarcasm; For the slightest discomfort of his painstaking efforts, he went to the third chief executive to get the best medicine, and then asked someone to bring it to him.

She did this, not asking Mo Xiaoran to like her, nor to be with him forever.

Su Zhiyu only begged that Mo Xiaoran could take a look at her more.

Su Zhiyu only wanted to make Mo Xiaoran care about her careful thinking.

Su Zhiyu only wanted to make Mo Xiaoran no longer ignore him.

But she never got feedback from Mo Xiaoran.

Su Zhiyu knelt on the edge of the bed, looking at Mo Xiaoran's sleeping face, and his heart warmed. However, this is enough.

Really, enough.

OC35 gave him and her enough time, and Su Zhiyu believed that Mo Xiaoran would like her. Even if it's just a little bit, a little bit. Su Zhiyu closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow. She's done her best, she's tried her best to get a place by her side. She didn't know what to see there:

"Love that does not ask for anything in return is nothing but a death sentence to be praised."

She thinks this sentence is very right, but if she can win Mo Xiaoran's affection, her "death sentence" is also worth it.

Su Zhiyu clearly understood that Mo Xiaoran was not someone who could stay by his side. "The golden scales are not in the pool." Probably a person like him, one day, he will stand at the top of the world, at that time, Su Zhiyu hopes to have his own place in the praise of future generations, and also hopes that he can stay by his side at that time.

There is no doubt that there is a lot of resistance to the relationship between Su Zhiyu and Mo Xiaoran.

For example, Hua Geyu and Jian Yi painting.

The two of them are mortal enemies and not friends, and if they are not careful, they will not die. At that time, Mo Xiaoran was the person who painted Jane, and Su Zhiyu was the person who was Hua Geyu. Even if Mo Xiaoran already liked her at that time, he was powerless to return to the sky. But...... Fortunately, it is okay that there are still twenty-four years. There are still twenty-four years left, let her accompany Mo Xiaoran.

Su Zhiyu is undoubtedly infatuated, and Mo Xiaoran may not like it.

The two have been going around for thousands of years, one just for a little love from the other; And the other is trying to find his true heart for one. In the silent room, between the silent two, the invisible tacit understanding is quietly spreading.

Su Zhiyu moved his fingers, and the head leaning on the pillow moved, but his hand unnaturally touched Mo Xiaoran's fingertips.

Retract like an electric shock.

Su Zhiyu's face was red and hot, and he kept his movements stiff for a long time as if he was stuck. found that Mo Xiaoran did not wake up, so he hesitated and carefully stroked his sleeping face.

Mo Xiaoran's face had a paleness that was close to transparency, and this paleness had made Su Zhiyu feel extremely distressed more than once. Covering up this kind of thing with a noisy smile in the daytime, it is not the first time that Mo Xiaoran has done it. The slender fingers rubbed on his face, Mo Xiaoran's eyelashes were not long, but they were dense, but they unfortunately, a faint dark circle was exposed. Su Zhiyu's hand paused, his heart was sour, and his eyes were swollen, as if something was about to break through the ground.

The golden broken hair on his forehead shook slightly, and Su Zhiyu stroked his cheeks to the top of his head. It was thick and warm like never before, looking at Mo Xiaoran's quiet sleeping face, Su Zhiyu finally burst out of his eyes with the tears that he had endured before. She buried her head in the quilt beside Mo Xiaoran, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking. As if to cry out the bitterness of these hundreds of years, the quilt soon became wet. Su Zhiyu suddenly raised his head, sipped lightly, supported his almost numb body and staggered to his feet, and slumped on the bed.

Su Zhiyu supported half of his body, and began to fulfill his long-cherished wish for many years in a posture that overwhelmed Mo Xiaoran.

She slowly lowered her body, and with super flexibility, she brought her face closer to Mo Xiaoran little by little. Until the faces of the two were almost together, Su Zhiyu could even count Mo Xiaoran's eyelashes. She pressed her face lightly against the side of Mo Xiaoran's neck, feeling the powerful pulse.

Su Zhiyu felt that his life was complete.

She resisted the urge to cry, and gently rubbed Mo Xiaoran's cheek like a kitten. The soft and boneless body finally softened and stuck to Mo Xiaoran's body. Su Zhiyu sighed with satisfaction, feeling that he was half-asleep and half-awake.

Mo Xiaoran opened his eyes.

Almost instantly, he noticed someone hanging from him, and his desire to kill the visitor weakened a lot. His pale golden eyes were emotionless, but they were looking at the person on his body and softened a lot.

At the same time, his data card rang.

Su Zhiyu raised his head violently, still a little confused, as if he was still dreaming. With the desire to be disturbed. Just as she was about to get up, one hand was wrapped around her waist, and the other hand touched her head and touched it. Su Zhiyu was a little surprised, but he thought that he was still in a dream, so he accepted this gentle shun hair with satisfaction. and lay comfortably beside Mo Xiaoran.

Letting Su Zhiyu get out of his embrace, Mo Xiaoran turned over, looked at the information card, narrowed his slender eyes, curled the corners of his lips, and replied with a message. Then he turned off the card completely—he didn't want someone like this to disturb him.

Mo Xiaoran climbed onto the bed and pressed Su Zhiyu like Su Zhiyu had overwhelmed him before. Su Zhiyu was in a daze, and a shadow was shrouded in front of him, and he opened his eyes, but he was still a little drowsy. Then, when he saw the person in front of him, a spirit. woke up in an instant: "Mo, Momo......"

How did Momo wake up?

He...... He won't know what I've been watching, will he?

Wrong...... I can't still dream, do I?

Mo Xiaoran seemed to see Su Zhiyu's thoughts, leaned down, and said with a sense of oppression: "Su Zhiyu, do you think you are still dreaming?" "Is it so exciting to dream? Really. Looking at the little guy with a stunned face and a blushing face under him, Mo Xiaoran felt that he should get her first.

As for the mission......

Isn't there still a white vice-team?

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